Syd scoffed. "You forget I have a lifetime of dealing with Clinton and Vera." Those two were enough to test anyone's patience, especially growing up. "If I'm lucky they're unconscious and I don't have to deal with the whining." That was harsh, and not particularly true, but it was an option. "Besides, that's a perk of being administration, I don't always have to deal with patients directly." Also he could hand them off to someone else if he wasn't strictly needed.

Leaning forward again, Syd rested his elbows on the table and took a sip of his whiskey, listening to Edric reason out being crazy. They were all some level of crazy, he supposed. "That's true enough." He wouldn't have been caught dead in the auror program. That was not his shtick.

"True again. Fourteen years of anything would drive a bloke to drink." He laughed and took another sip of his drink.