Rich took a healthy swallow of his black and tan. "If it doesn't work out, look me up. There are usually an assortment of positions open around the office, even quite a few that don't involve piles of paperwork." He shrugged. " But we're wizards. Paris is just as close as walking to the other side of the pub. Unless I have to go the muggle way, it's not like it's really travel."
He nodded. "Never did get along that well with the twins back during my school days. Something about practical jokes and bad smells, if I remember correctly. Caught sight of you working over at the Works the other day. My sympathies. "