Oh grand, a constable. That was just what the situation needed. Ford's interaction with the Hogsmeade law enforcement had been rather minimal (as were most people's, he expected) but he hadn't been particularly impressed with the last one he'd ended up working alongside. He was more of a hindrance to getting anything productive done than a help, really. Hopefully this one wasn't quite as — what was the word to describe Constable Woodcroft? He wasn't useless, he was just... more interested in throwing in sarcastic quips than he was in moving the situation along towards a reasonable solution. And not that fond of ghosts, but that wasn't necessarily something Ford could hold too much against him; most people weren't particularly fond of ghosts.

"How much time do you have?" Ford muttered under his breath. "She's got a lot to say."

On second thought, maybe he'd just caught Constable Woodcroft in a bad mood. There was something to be said for sarcastic quips. They might not be helping, but it did make him feel a bit better about now having to go through all of this again with the addition of a (probably useless) law enforcement official.

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