It wasn't often that his mother needed his expertise on matters for work, they hardly overlapped, plants and creatures, but Mason supposed that once in a while it was nice to get out and do something related to his field that wasn't teaching. Plus he never approached the Headmaster for a leave without a legitimate excuse. Consulting on a ministry matter was probably a good enough reason. Probably.

Apparently there was a local florist, one Mason thought he might be familiar with, that wanted to crossbreed plants and animals? That was new and Mason thought, rather unorthodox if he were being honest. He'd been called to give a professional opinion on the matter, if you was even possible and how the ministry should facilitate the process. It had been interesting, to say the least, though he wasn't entirely sure of the prospects, he'd given his best professional opinion on the matter and he had spare time before heading back to the school.

On his way out of the ministry, Mason thought about stopping by Quin's for a snack or two, or even to see if his friend would take some time to grab some dinner, but he was stopped in his tracks after catching sight of a familiar head of red hair. Poor Miss Connolly seemed to be going through the ringer lately and being married to Barney couldn't have made it any easier. He thought he might not bother her, but as he looked up again, his eyes caught hers, so he passed her a sheepish smile. "Miss Connolly, a pleasure to see you again." He greeted as she shifted the book and papers in his arms from one to the other, leaving room for him to scratch the back of his head idly, a quirk when he didn't know what else to do with his hands.