"And you can't complain because you're the intern and it's your job?" Andrew asked. "That's bullshit. There's no reason they can't write their own owls and get their own coffee. You don't see Hogwarts professors sending people to the kitchen for them, and what they do is hard." Andrew stopped, realising he might have put his foot in it. "Not that working for the WWN isn't," he added quickly. "Sorry. Mum was a teacher. Is."
Feeling muddled, he scratched his wrist with blunt nails before doing his best to shrug the feeling away. "Well, don't let me keep you then," he said, smiling.