Well, I'd like it very much if you could speak about your life and experiences as a werewolf under the Ministry. Specifically recently. I know some of the more--exotic ways it's terrible, and we are going to get into that, but I'd also like to take my readers through how your daily life is affected by the Ministry's policies.

*Xeno's expression is still marginally pleasant, but it's grimmer, now, drawn, and he suddenly looks old. He's seen the photos Mrs. Tonks sent him: an old man and a child, locked and strapped and tied, read the files, files more-or-less faithfully recording torture. Ministry-sanctioned torture. He'd held off on publishing them, more out of his own horror than anything else, but now. . . well, his duty is clear.*