The Last Hurrah (джен)

There's a new drug on the street and the bodies are dropping faster than ever before. Auror Weasley is on the case. Unlike most narcotics, this drug seems to have a higher mortality rate. Is this really just a load of overdosed teens or is something else going on?
"I'll tell you what's bloody wrong! I spent my morning, my entire morning, chasing after one lone druggy, who, admittedly, was very quick on his feet for someone who the Healers declared had been millimetres away from a severe overdose, that's not to mention the blisters these ridiculous pointy shoes have given me. All of this, as well as my weight in paper work, without my partner, because my partner-" he jabbed a finger into Harry's chest. "Is now sat in a nice warm office, in an expensively comfy chair."
Harry waited, and Ron, who was on a roll, paused, breathing heavily. "Which is not to say- obviously- that I'm not happy, no, proud even, that you got yourself a promotion, and have broken yet more records, because I am, but - you know, - well maybe you don't- but I'm having, maybe, a tiny, minuscule problem with adjusting to the change."