"Most wonderful times of my life," he said with a fake cheer pushed into his voice. "Half the time I think about killing them and then telling the Minister 'Oh, I'm sorry to tell you...but the werewolf just...up and killed them while we were out searching'." Maybe they'd be his archery practice. He was in need of some "moving" targets anyway.
"Oh. I think my predecessor has nothing to worry about anymore." Not that he really cared. Promotions were wonderful. "Why would I mind you asking?" He smiled a little. "His location is actually incredibly strange. It is located in a small little...shed of sorts in Buxton. It's in a very highly Muggle-populated area. I think I'd prefer you on the team searching than some of our other possibilities."
He did, in fact, have an ideal team written up for the Minister to look over. One that contained absolutely none of the more moronic of their numbers. "I'll add your name to the list, shall I?"