Gladeous Burt yawned for a third time, fixed his reading glasses, and continued to go over the paperwork he’d practically memorized over the last three months. Clipped to the front page of it was the picture of an Auror, like himself, but much younger. With her brown hair tied in a messy braid, the girl’s face beamed and giggled with the excitement that only one who’s gone through three years of stringent training, and is about to have their photo plastered to their name file under the ‘Auror’ division can related to.