Ignatius watched James carefully, noting how pale he looked. He remembered his own crime scene and how sick he had felt looking at dead - no, mutilated - bodies.
"Listen," he said, looking at James. "You want to be sick? There's a bathroom just off the hallway," He remembered seeing it as they had walked in. "There's no shame in it. We're lucky the windows were broken or it would stink in here."
He got out the quill and parchment, making notes on the scene. He would wait until James had taken pictures before going near the three bodies. This was a baptism of fire for the trainee Auror but Ignatius didn't think that James would fail if he was at all like his father. "The press aren't coming in here- Trust me on that one. Now do your job."