Thanks to Florida Man William had spent the majority of the morning trapped in a small ministry office struggling to make sense of his new (but not new?) position. The paperwork was piled high on his desk, a bunch of gibberish he hadn't been able to make sense of despite staring at it all day. What was even more bothersome, though, was he was certain he was good at this position before today. Will had never been the brightest student, but what he lacked in intelligence he made up for in dedication. Not succeeding at his position was something he wasn't ready to accept.

After about eight hours of that insanity, Will knew he had to call it for the day for his own mental health. Were he smart he would've gone straight home. He would have trapped himself in close quarters with his nagging mother. However, if today had proven anything it showed that he wasn't smart. He was a foolish imbecile.

Gringotts was even more chaotic than the ministry had been. The goblins were flying past so quickly they might as well have been a blur. "Ms. Malfoy." He returned. "My apologies...have you any idea what's happening here?"