It was truly a wonder sometimes, how Eugene rarely thought to fix problems with magic. It would make more sense to clean the mess up that way, but there he was bent down to the floor doing it by hand. What a dolt. Well at least one of them had their wits about them.

"I do," He chuckled a little, handing the piece of carrot in his hand to Ginger to sniffed it once before stuffing half of it in her mouth. "Keeps me on my toes, rarely boring, get to help out animals like Ging here. She was a confiscation from an illegal breeder." How she'd come to be his was quite the amusing story. "I always liked working with creatures, but the Ministry was kind of expected as the only boy in my family, so it seemed like a natural fit." Quidditch had really been the only other option, but it wouldn't have been the responsible choice in the long run.

"How did you wind up in Britain?" International department, the accent, Eugene couldn't quite place the origin, but he supposed somewhere Scandinavian, maybe?