"Sorry," Kingsley said, placing the ball in a drawer. "It was helping me think. Except there's not much left to think about." He knew she'd understand; they'd all had their dead-ends in this job. Most of them eventually found a detour, but sometimes it was slow, boring work.
He stretched his arms over his head, working out a few kinks in his shoulders. "Nice work with Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb," he said, referring to the two men she and Frank had captured. "At least someone is having some luck this week." He grinned at her, somewhat self-deprecatingly. "Did they give up the rest of their merry gang?"
It wasn't often that there were several Dark Magic groups active at the same time, but at least it kept things interesting at the Ministry. For the most part anyway.