Noah was not the first one to arrive on the scene and he was pretty sure that the the gent in charge was somehow related to his boss, but he was still trying to ascertain what exactly the problem was and if he was in fact, needed. It was a muggle garden, and a muggle tree, but did that inherently make it his department? He wasn't so sure. He highly suspected this might be Accidents and Catastrophes, but he'd stick around and find out anyway.

Not especially keen on getting attacked by a bird today, Noah stood within the created barrier, watching the birds pop into existence seeming out of nowhere. He eyed the swans warily remembering the hell spawn that used to plague Padmore Park. Nobody wanted to get mixed up with that. "Do you think it's the tree or something else?" He was amused, though knew he couldn't say anything about it. The whole thing was rather Christmasy, the hens, the swans, and the geese, like that one Christmas song, no?