Alastor snorted. He suspected Dumbledore had as little say in the matter he himself did. "Trust me, if I'm out of these three rooms, I have a handler."
Still, he had to sigh inwardly at the clarification. "It's a Healer approved timetable," he replied, much more comfortable talking about his actual health in terms of the timetable for his return to work. Admitting to weakness wasn't Alastor's way. "The use of magic allowance being in direct proportion to the expected rate of recovery, or whatever medical terms they used."
"Yes, so I hear," Alastor grumbled at hearing both McKinnon's and Vance's words repeated by his C.O. It wasn't only the job that he missed. It was the mental stimulation. "Simmons shouldn't get too comfortable, however."