Why could there not be someone he could hex in the room? Alastor really felt like hexing someone to make himself feel better. He wasn't going to be an Auror any longer.
God. He had trouble even thinking it.
"No," he shook his head. "Not unless moving Potter to the Patrol and giving me Aurors counts as a valid suggestion." Not that he could see it happening. But, damn he wasn't going to like this.