She shrugged, allowing herself to shift further back into her chair as she clutched at her cup. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered how natural this felt, and though she normally didn't have much to throw up walls for, talking with Mr. Scamander seemed to be rather second nature. "It's the same old, I suppose," she replied, placing her cup down. "It can be tiring at times, but I think I would take a cranky patient over an angry new dragon mother any day."

She giggled slightly, despite the very real fact that new mother dragons were nothing to fool around with. No one in their right mind would want to face down an almost 10,000kg hormonal monster.