Here comes the almost big sigh of relief. One mission has been completed with excellent and pleasing results. Another is about to begin. Merlin, I hope like mad that it's just a false alarm. And, please, let there not be any more anxious students with oddly behaving parents.
I'm overworked, and probably insomniac - but, Merlin am I bored today.
Private to Self: And what on earth am I going to do with Angelina? She did the wrong thing, it's up to me to deal with it without Dawlish or Savage finding out, and I don't want to be too harsh. I suppose suspending her from duties for three days might work. Except that Roger's coming home now and so that won't be so effective. I could send her off to take Marcus' place undercover. Except that would be cruel - although, not too bad considering what Dawlish might maker her do... I should consult someone.
Private to Tonks: You have a minute? I'd like to run something by you.
Private to Aurors and Trainees:I take the greatest pleasure in announcing that Roger Davis shall be returning tomorrow, and no. I will not be shipping him off to any missions any time soon.
Marcus, remember that application I recieved from one of the students? Yes? We're off to investigate the matter come Saturday. I'm looking for a replacement for your position at the office, so consider this your last week.
The rest of you trainees, be afraid. Very afraid. It might be you next. That should keep them on their toes. Unless any of you would like to volunteer? Ask Marcus, it's positively enthralling. Any one disatisfied with their station or work hours ought to give it some serious consideration. And then flee, my children. Flee!