Ah, friends who are Aurors. They're the best for gossip.
It has come to my attention that a certain Dawlish was knocked unconscious at headquarters by a coffeepot, apparently a replacement for the coffeepot that he'd broken a few months earlier. Someone was said to comment that the pot, upon landing on his skull, "shattered like glass dropped onto tiles."
I thought that this might amuse a few of you.