With a glance, Bragi was able to glean (with quite some relief) that Mr Cute had not in fact prepared the salad lovingly by hand. At this, Bragi felt himself wondering what he did do here in the Ministry... something high-up, perhaps. He was evidently young, but charming enough to have connections that could secure him a senior role.

... Then the fey Dane realised it was a waste of time to speculate about someone who was standing right there, so he pulled his mind back to the present with a lurch of his heart.

Despite his nerves, Bragi ("the nice man"!!!) smiled at the niffler's antics and her master's commentary. "Oh, I might have something to trade", he realised brightly, and reached into his pocket to withdraw a shiny silver coat button.