After a too long field trip, Amelia retreated to the safety of her office with her two liter coffee mug half full of coffee. Another knock on the door caused her to put the bottle back into her desk, she'd top the mug off when she was alone.
"What is it?" she bellowed.
"Healer report on Snape, Madame Bones," the lacky replied. "Guy was suffering from a perforated colon, several broken bones, bad teeth . . ."
"Whatever," Amelia belched. "Skip to the part that I need to care about?"
"Treatment took five hundred galleons out of our budget."
"Who ordered him treated?" Amelia demanded. "Damn it, add the price of the treatment to his bail amount plus ten percent . . . fifty galleons," she added after seeing her Auror's blank look. "Make that an even hundred for our trouble which would bring the total up to . . . . six hundred galleons extra," she sighed. "Was that all?"
"Yes, boss."
"Good, now get out!" she barely managed to wait until the man was gone before pulling out her whiskey, she didn't know how she'd get through the day without it.