Jude wouldn't look at him. Kieran was staring at him like he could bore a hole through Jude's skull, thinking look at me, but maybe some of the gossip he'd dragged in with him would help Jude at least make eye contact with him. He took a large sip of his pint. "Some of the progressives are worried about the clause of an employer's recommendation," he said, "Once it hit the Wizengamot, Ross proposed owning a wand and being seventeen or older to be the requirement, but it was sort of too late by then."

He added, swiftly, "Berkwood from the committee wouldn't tell me anything when I ran into him the other month, but I told him he ought to come here. Maybe he will, and we can really learn something."