"Bragi Holm, sir. Intern in International Magical Co-operation." He introduced himself earnestly, doing his best to ignore the Knarl. Mr Ross was ignoring it, after all, even as it hopped down from its perch on Bragi's stack of papers and began to lazily explore.

He imagined the Minister was too used to this kind of nonsense to blink an eye at it. Bragi had even heard that there had been a centaur last year, right here in this very lift.

"Oh —" he noticed, slightly alarmed, that the Knarl was now sniffing at the Minister's shoe. Bragi bent down to scoop up the little creature. "Sorry, Mr Ross, that shouldn't — ouch!" It bit him!