When he made his face, she chuckled and rolled her eyes a bit. “Merlin, what a look.” Her face shifted into a more serious expression when he mentioned Winkerspeal. The last time she had been out with him, he had hit himself in the face with his own curse and it had taken two medics to sort him out. Stupid git. She supposed that this had been his final shot, and now he was gone. Well, better gone and alive then here with himself or someone else dead. “Well, good luck to wherever he gets shuffled off to next. He's a ministry baby, so he'll probably end up doing something dealing with muggles.” More then a few people referred to Wicca herself as a ministry baby, but she couldn't let that bother her. Wicca Bridgewater was damned good at her job.
Well, she was damned good at her job with everything but her paperwork. “I think he has a coronary every time he walks into the division, honestly. You always hear him mumbling under his breath about how we need to be more vigilant and blah, blah, blah.” The speech had been heard many times over, and she imagined that everyone could recite the more common notes of it from memory. “Constant vigilance!” She added, in a mock sort of roar.
When he went back into his office, she sat back at her desk and tossed her feet back up on the desk. “Are you kidding? I live here. When would I have the time to pretend I have a life?” An eye roll followed as she lifted up her paperwork and flicked her wand across it once more. “We should have secretaries. Loads of them who make good coffee and take care of all of the things we don't wanna deal with.” She sighed and took a sip of her coffee before she spoke again. “Should assign new aurors to do all of these tasks in the name of paperwork. The one thing that idiot Winkerpseal could do was explain his bollocks on a piece of parchment.”