"You know this is a stressful job? I mean people just don't kill themselves! Unless you're some sort of emotional teenager with a ponchonce for vampires and wizards. "Oh help me Harry" "Sure I do have a *massive wand*."
He eyed up the recruit in front of him.
"You look like the type to go off running into the sunset with a large burly man whom you call lover. Why does a pansy like you want into the Commandant's fighter corps?! I won't accept drawings as answers."