The man who entered was almost as anticlimactic as the tea. He was tall, but otherwise unremarkable. Alfred wasn't sure what he'd been expecting an Unspeakable to look like, but this bloke didn't really fit. He wasn't old and wise, but rather he looked Alfred's age, or maybe even younger. He didn't look distinguished. His suit was nice, Alfred supposed (though he knew very little about what differentiated a standard suit from a nice suit, really), but otherwise he was just... exceptionally average. There was something mildly disappointing about him only having brought in a single piece of paper, too, and what appeared to be just a normal quill. No unexplained magical devices or anything flashy like that?

Oh, well. Maybe the Department of Mysteries really was just as boring as all of the other departments at the Ministry, and all Alfred was in for was a long day of monotonous and repetitive paperwork. "Sure," he said with a shrug. "Go ahead."