Gawain winced. Right, the follow up. "Well, things got a bit busy at work," he hedged because honestly, they had, and honestly he'd totally forgotten about the follow up in the ensuing madness. "Is there something making you feel as if you aren't?"
That didn't sound good to him. She was a talented healer. Why would someone be making her ... oh, bugger. Was she Muggleborn? Had those blasted forms gone to the hospital, as well?
"Yes, at the Ministry, too," he said, nodding and taking a sip of his pint. "I expect to have a few resignations soon on my end."
He'd seen Michaels, a witch a few years his junior who he knew was Muggleborn, working diligently on something earlier, anyway, when Michaels usually only worked diligently in the field. She was not a paper pusher in the least and did her best to get out of it she could.