#[well...it's something]

The Auror Department had a reputation for being busy - especially of late - but this particular day was downright chaotic from the start. Ron arrived early that morning to find most of the department already gone, responding to reports of rogue werewolves to the north. There were mounds of paperwork to sort through (his least-favorite part of the job, unsurprisingly), and a secretary hurried in around lunchtime to inform him that he was in charge of leading the monthly check-in that day. Now, Ron was getting better at the more authoritative parts of being an Auror, but he choked on his sandwich when he learned he had less than an hour to prepare. After the secretary offered him a glass of water (he declined, still coughing), she passed the subject's file over the desk.