Like his late brother, Dennis Creevey was skilled at photography and became part of the Auror Department's Photography Analysis. After much convincing, Rose gave Ron her phone to analyze the photos of the two men from the library. Additionally, Rose had to come in and gave a statement, permitted that she was a reliable source.
"She's not even my daughter and I trust her with my life, given what Finn tells me," said Dennis.
"How's Finn these days?" asked Ron. Finn and Hugo were best friends at Hogwarts, both sharing dorms, partnering for classes, practicing and reporting Quidditch, and stuffing their faces at the Great Hall.
"Good. Hopefully they can see each other before school starts," said Finn, magnifying the photo.
Ron and Woolsworth oversaw this process, while Beaker interviewed Rose. Ron was slightly nervous since Beaker was not the gentlest of men, even though Rose had Hermione's tough and stubborn attitude.
"What do you see, Dennis?" asked Woolsworth.
"Well, the one on the left had a five o'clock shadow, dark hair…no tattoos or piercings to go off of. The one the right – do you see how his lip sticks out a bit?"
"Umm…yes?" said Ron, not seeing it.
"He has a harelip," said Dennis. "That's a distinctive feature to go off of for now."
"From what Rose told me last night, these men have probably killed before," said Ron.
"That may be, but we're going to have to wait until Beaker is done with the interview," said Woolsworth.
"How old do you think these guys might be?" asked Ron.
"Chances are they are thirty to forty years of age, maybe even fifty. Judging by the stance of the one on the left…yes, I see it now."
"What?" asked Woolsworth and Ron.
"His knee – he's got a dodgy knee."
Beaker burst into the room at that moment.
"Hey Beak," said Dennis, not bothering to turn around.
"That's not my name," said Beaker.
"How was the interview?" asked Woolsworth.
Ron knew he had to keep from talking. This was not his problem; this was between the case and Rose. Hopefully, he saw the same value in Rose's words as Ron did even though she was his daughter.
"It's a start," said Beaker begrudgingly. "Once we catch one of them, we'll need her to come in to identify the man based on the voice. What do you have, Creevey?"
"This one has a dodgy knee; this one has a harelip. Judging by the photos, they're between thirty and fifty years old."
"All of that from a mobile phone camera?" asked Beaker, skeptically.
"Unless you want to look at every photos from the database, it's best if we have a range."
"I guess," sighed Beaker. Beaker and Creevey differed on their approaches to investigation. Creevey believed a picture worth a thousand words, while Beaker thought actions spoke louder than words. Nevertheless, both had respect for the other's works, even if it involved a bit of verbal jousting.
"Right, let's set up a time to meet up," said Creevey.
"Sound goods," said Beaker. "For now, I need Weasley to come back with me."
Ron looked confused but followed him anyway, thanking Creevey and reminding Woolsworth to meet him before they left for the day. As Beaker and Ron walked down the hallway, Ron felt a bit of tension coming from Beaker.
"Mate, are you sure about this?" asked Beaker.
"About what?" asked Ron.
"You've just pulled your daughter into this," said Beaker. "I ain't got kids of my own, but to bring your daughter into this…"
"Of course I'm not okay with it completely," said Ron. "But…this might be the break we need, Beaker, and it's Rose. All Weasley, all Granger, all Gryffindor. She wants to be in this."
"But you don't," said Beaker.
Ron sighed. "No. But she's sixteen, I have to let go at some point."
"You sound convinced," snorted Beaker.
"It's hard," said Ron. "She's my little girl."