“That would be nice. Thank you Mr. Scamader.” Lucy smiled, having the vague impression that Mr. Scamander really wasn’t sure what to do. To be honest Lucy was honest he hadn’t found himself in this position before, what with Helga’s tendency to forget things.

“How are things at the ministry now that the fog is gone? Calmer, I imagine?” If she were to wait she could at least make some polite chat, perhaps make Mr. Scamander a bit less uncomfortable.