Holding a cup of coffee - the lifeblood of an Auror - he reached his cubicle early on Wednesday morning and, rubbing a hand over his short cropped hair, he took his seat and set aside his coffee as he tugged out the day's morning edition of The Daily Prophet. Skimming through it, he shook his head and made a mental note to speak to Jakob. Having already read the Muggle newspaper, he'd expected to see something in the Wizarding edition about the bizarre incident that had occured at the local zoo.
Shrugging it off, he set the paper aside just as a shawdow fell in the doorway. Turning his head, he gave a smile. "Mornings sure come early, don't they?"




