Andromeda had paced up and down the office trying to decide. If the witness was right then this was big. If they were wrong then it was wasted time. It could be a long shot. She decided to seek advice. Pratt had been the Head Auror for over a month now. He would either tell her to get her ass out and find her suspect, or play it cool and wait for him to come to them. It was difficult to find a man with no fixed abode. The only pattern had been he had reported to parole each week.

She decided. She turned around and dodged two other aurors walking by the cubicles. She reconsidered mid way and did a 360 turn halfway there. If anyone was watching they would think she had gone mad. Andromeda took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Boss, have you got a minute?" She asked as confidently as she could. "I want," She was going to say "your advice" but that sounded stupid. "I want to run something by you." Walking in, Andromeda closed the door behind her. 
"The dementor attack on Sunday. We had witnesses come forward. They said that they saw someone controlling the dementors. I don't mean defending, I mean they saw someone sending the dementors at innocent victims." She put her hands on her hips and flipped a piece of hair out of her eyes. "We collected statements today. One witness thinks they recognise the suspect." Andromeda took a step forward and looked directly at her boss. "Lawrence Musgrave."

When Andromeda Gamp stepped into Edward Pratt’s office, he was busy studying the coffee cup on his desk. Reams and reams of parchment to read, sign and draft had taken its toll on Eddie’s sanity and he was ready to get up and walk out of the office to sprint naked down Diagon alley if it would bring a bit of life back to his dreary day. The advert would be sent out for an assistant in the next week, he’d demanded it off Raynor when he’d taken up the position. Everyone in the auror office knew how Edward Pratt’s handwriting looked like a child writing upside with their wrong hand and eyes closed.

The door was closed and still Pratt didn’t lift his gaze from the cup. In taking over from Raynor he had taken over her open door policy. And now he understood why the door had always been open. It was bloody lonely in an office on your own! The door rarely closed. Aurors were nosy by trade and a closed door led to suspicion. Only was it closed when a truly private matter was to be discussed.

In response to Gamp’s suggested suspect, Pratt didn’t seem in the least bit surprised. Instead he pulled the coffee cup closer to himself, sliding it along the desk. He still didn’t look at her.

“I used to make that wizard coffee.” He calmly stated. “Two sugars and a dribble of milk.” He pushed his own mug away to the edge of the desk and frowned. “Ye’d think the bloody trainees now could soddin’ well remember how I want my coffee.”

Now he finally looked up at the auror stood in front of him.
“The snake’s just bin’ released from Azkaban, Gamp. He’s one of the most hated wizards still hangin’ around after what he did. Everyone’s gonna think they see him commitin’ every crime under the sun for the next year or so.”

Andromeda watched her boss without blinking. When he mentioned the bad coffee she frowned. Coffee was not as important as a case. But she did understand that bad coffee was tragic.
"I will remind them." She said to Pratt. "And tattoo it on the worst one." But Pratt carried on about coffee. Now she knew how Musgrave liked his coffee. Or had. One thing to ask him when she caught him to persuade him to answer.
"Yeh, I know that boss. I asked her why they thought that. They said they had seen him skulking round the other day." This didn't sound very firm evidence either. "Knew it was him then cos he only had one hand."