"You'd be surprised at how vicious puffskein breeders can be," Higgs replied with a shake of his head. Honestly, he wasn't convinced he wouldn't have rather dealt with a drug den, at least you tended to know exactly what to expect. Usually hexes and sometimes guns, not a tiger. It really had been an exciting day. As much as Higgs still didn't feel quite right in this job, days like that were partially why he stayed. It felt like something worth doing, rather than the other half of his job that mostly involved writing reports.
At Lydia's question of whether he was planning to keep some of the puffskeins, Higgs laughed. "I do actually have some level of self-control, despite popular belief," he teased. Higgs had been very good when him and Gemma had gone to the shelter. He had only considered adopting like four of the dogs there and then he hadn't. "Besides," he added, more seriously this time. "It might be a while before the DRCMC get them through their systems," Higgs added. Getting the puffskeins to the Department for the Regulations and Control of Magical Creatures had been an experience in its own right.
When they got to the pub, Higgs held the door open for Lydia before following her inside. It took Higgs only a split second to note that it wasn't busy and give an almost relieved sigh before he continued the conversation. "Oh, yes, I imagine the Cup's a handful," Higgs nodded. The Auror office had also been on extra workload since the start of the competition, crowd control being the excuse but Higgs had spent too long in the army to assume that that was the only or even the real reason. "Have you had a chance to see any of the games?" He asked instead, sidestepping the conversation about global terrorism and its impact on the UK that they could have had.