"Ernest Dinnywick Thatcher MacMillan," Susan said with mock severity, a hand on her hip. "You are meant to come out of closets, not in them!"
Susan reached over and ruffled Justin's hair affectionately, "Yes goblin-brain, a new position." She grinned impishly at Ernie "As much as I know you'd like to uh, 'work' with him, yes I've been partnered with Harry. Insofar as Aurors need partners... We do a lot of cases individually, and take turns fronting for hearings."
"Anyway, since I've got you here. Exactly who do I need to threaten with maximum legal force to allow you both to come over mine on Friday night?"