"Apparently he worked for Voldemort, liked to try and turn children on the full moon," he said, not able to imagine how fucked in the head somebody had to be to do such a thing. "It's just- Vile, I guess."
He blinked. The man hadn't really answered his question but he took his next lot of instructions to mean that he either didn't mind or was giving him a chance.
"All right. I work at Flourish & Blotts but I get an hour off at lunch and I normally finish at five," he said, trying to remember his schedule. "I- I can? I couldn't eat my steak as well done as I like the other day. I had it practically rare and even then it felt charred. Is that normal?" he asked. "Killing isn't a problem with my background. Dad taught us to hunt and kill with guns so fluffy animals aren't a problem. I've put my own dogs down," he added. "I'll ask somebody to help me."