Alice nodded in understanding as she sat down on the corner of Kingsley's desk. They all had their methods of trying to think, of getting past the metaphorical block in their minds. Hers was drinking endless cups of tea, doodling aimlessly on scraps of parchment, staring off into space or some combination of the three. The public thought the work they did was exciting, getting into fights with Dark wizards and chases through the streets. What they didn't realize was that it was paperwork and waiting games mostly.
A grin stretched over her face at Kingsley's nickname for the two wizards currently in the DMLE holding cells. "Thanks," Alice replied. "One of them did as soon as Frank mentioned 'life sentence in Azkaban'." Alice really couldn't blame that one. She had been to the prison some number of times and it was always a relief when she could leave the island. "The other one's currently stewing in a holding cell, thinking on his sins."