Flint was a violent Hit Wizard who Emma had always steered clear of, but he did have his redeeming values. "Never pinched my arse," she said. "Which in the bullpen made him one of about only five blokes who didn't try something."
She turned her water glass, needing something to do with her hands, frowning at it as she thought. "If he wanted to meet me, he'd have done so," she said, tone flat. "Mum didn't want me to know who he was, and it's obvious he wasn't interested either, except to somehow arse up every job I've had since Hogwarts." She paused before asking, but it had to be done. "Was he a Death Eater?"