Of course he had just finished with the Department of Mysteries. Which meant that Benedict could have not rushed through his lunch and perhaps not filled out a few of his forms so haphazardly (though the lucky part of that was the fact that those forms weren't due for a bit and he'd be able to redo most of them). "Not at all, Mr. Darrow," Ben replied, knowing full well none of this was Darrow's fault, and given the circumstances, Ben realized he probably wasn't the happiest to be here either. After all, they had taken his ship.

After gesturing for him to sit down, Ben took his own seat before flipping through his folder. Truth be told, what he needed to know wasn't in the folder, but to know what the man in front of him knew instead. "Aahh, finally managed to penetrate the depths of the Ministry none of us are permitted to know about?" He joked.

This might have been a serious situation, but Ben couldn't help throwing in a quip or two.

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