"Oh, I never said I broke it. I assumed she might have. I didn't punch him the first time." Which, yes, means, there may have been another time. But that was hearsay, and unprovable, and really such old, old news. Water under the table. Physical violence was almost like foreplay compared to waging war with magic against creatures, and certain compatriots, who were made of it.

"Both of us came home with a number of nasty things from time to time, skipping out on the rules about heading to being healed first. Sometimes it's just a pain in arse really to get lectured by your handler, about what you chose to do, and how many rules it broke, and possibly, but I am not saying this is on the record, but the number of wands you might have broken in the process--" Yeah, there's something smug there.

A rules she's broke a million times. Enough times there's a stigma attached to her alias.

That the Ministry coughs and looks the other way on. With no viable proof against accusation.

"--even if it totally managed to make you win." Beat. "Especially when it's something you really can take care of yourself."