"I was wondering if I had had a time turner accident," said George sipping her latte.

"You see, there is no way you could possibly have assigned someone with a temperment like Tamling to Goblin Liaison, or any of my offices, unless you were playing some sort of practical joke. And I am reasonably certain that April first has passed." And then some.

George tapped her foot against the side of Teal's desk and raised her eyebrow at him. "Would it kill you to send me someone who knew which end of their wand to hold?"