Alvin knew there was a lot of overlap, which was good. He'd heard his mother talk about his new office for almost his entire life. Hopefully it kept things from being broken. Harry seemed to enjoy his ministry job, so there was that at least. Wally had been doing well with it too, before last September. "My family is pretty entrenched in quidditch, I used to make brooms myself." He was going to have to explain his story a hundred times he felt like, but it was what it was at this point. "Accident," he held up his mangled left hand. "No grip, so no more broommaking and yes, now I'm here on my first day." It wasn't as hard to say as it used to be, but he still wasn't used to it.