"I didn't become an Auror t' do paperwork." Gavin fiddled with his hat, leaning back farther but keeping himself steady with a boot upon the floor.

"What we all need is a lackey or two t' do all th' paperwork fer us. Then we can git back out 'n do our real job. Sittin' 'round a desk 'n scribblin ain't really my 'cup of tea.'"

It wasn't as if Gavin expected himself to be some sort of great hero. He didn't want to go running about for glory or to be a hero. His clothes weren't a costume but who he really was, a salt-of-the-earth texas boy who only wanted to bring safety and justice to the people. And every minute he had to do paperwork was a minute lost doing something more helpful. Most paperwork was just procedure and an annoyance, in his opinion.