Gerard eyed her warily. She looked cute and innocent, but she was sent here by the Ministry. Gerard sincerely doubted her motives were entirely bent on cute and innocent healing techniques. Information gathering, more likely.
So this was probably a trap. She was trying to convince him to admit something. 'Not busy' and the Ministry reassigned Gerard to the field again, because why would they need an Auror here if it wasn't busy? 'Really fucking busy' and then they might think Hogwarts wasn't safe or something, like Hogwarts had ever been especially safe.
Oh, fuck this. Gerard cast Reducto on the beans and started scooping the pulverized dust into the filter. The sooner he got the coffee done, the sooner he could vault over a couch and escape.
"Busy enough," he hedged. Okay, deflect, distract. Give the coffee time to brew. "So, uh. How about that Quidditch game next week? All the kids can talk about, right? Did you play when you were in school?"