Gawain raised a brow as Tonks spelled his door. That was interesting.
"Traffic?" he echoed, his lips twitching in amusement despite the seriousness of the situation. "We'll have to put some trainees on directing the influx of people out of the lift then."
Taking out two files, he held them out to each woman. He had a feeling Yaxley wouldn't much care for who he had assigned the task of looking into Dumbledore's desk - he'd met with the man yesterday and didn't much care for him - but it was his prerogative to assign his men as he saw fit.
"I'm assigning you two to investigate the Dumbledore death."