"Oh, man, you only lost a coat?" Gerard shook his head, grinning. "Our department got totally decimated, not a scrap of clothing on the whole floor. Aurors running starkers all over the place, trying to be very stern and authoritative with their suspects, it was hilarious." Gerard paused. "But let's not talk about the members of the Wizengamot." Gerard shuddered. He hadn't been able to magic up giant paper burqas for Tiberius Ogden and Griselda Marchbanks fast enough. The trauma still lingered.
Gerard shot Haley a sidelong look, but it seemed like a safe enough question to answer.
"Well, I've not been around England much for the past couple years," he said neutrally. "They've had me running down Death Eaters outside the borders for a while. I really only popped into London now and again. Last time I was there, I was requesting a transfer to Hogwarts." He paused, thinking back. "I don't recall any waltzing furniture at the time, but there did seem to be some kind of odd in-fighting between the office memos."
Gerard had seen one of the flying little origami birds get ripped viciously apart by a hulking paper vulture of some sort, and it had been intensely disturbing.