Munching on her salad, Susan nodded in empathy. "I'm a rotten cook as well. We has elves and no one ever taught me to cook. I can bake biscuits though and that is where my culinary abilities end. My fridge is filled with leftovers. Horrible for a Healer to eat out so much, but oh well." Not that she was a Healer these days. Susan didn't want to think about that. She was already missing Mungo's and dwelling on it wouldn't help.
Waving her fork, Susan pulled the file off the table and handed it to Harry. "Merlin, no. I have just started reading those things and my head already hurts. This is something personal. Do you remember Mandy Brocklehurst? She is dating Oliver Wood, yeah? Well, she's been accused of giving him performance enhancing potions and has been suspended. And, well, Mandy has a past record that I can't really disclose, but it's sealed anyway. If the wrong person started digging about things could get bad for her. Do you think you could look into this? I know it's a little below your pay grade, but she's my best friend. "