Bragi's first week at the Ministry of Magic — the Department of International Magical Co-Operation, no less — had been as rich and eventful as he'd hoped. It was not yet clear if this was the norm or if there were even grander things to come, but as a Danish national, and one with rather low self-esteem, Bragi was just glad to be here. Extremely glad. He'd arrive in the morning, prompt beyond prompt and immaculately dressed, then leave in the evening still buzzing after a day that felt three minutes long.

That first week was almost at an end already, and he would mourn it if it weren't for that fact that it would restart all over again on Monday. He smiled to himself as he pondered this at the canteen at lunchtime, carrying his big garden salad to... well, he wasn't sure where. Most of the tables were already taken up by Ministry workers in the thick of conversation.

His eyes fell upon a slip of a girl who looked hungry but had nothing but a rather sad-looking cup of tea. She was smartly dressed but looked ever so lost. Bragi could not help but approach and ask gently; "hullo, miss...? Would you like me to fetch you something to eat?" he offered kindly. She seemed too lost in thought to do much else at the moment, and now that Bragi worked here (!) he felt an inkling of responsibility.