At the sound of someone's voice Ford startled, and he grabbed the scarf on instinct. He sort of wished he hadn't, because now he was committed to this, but he hadn't had the time to think about it first. Holding a scarf was easier to explain than just tenderly running his fingers over a scarf in an abandoned office in the Ministry, though, wasn't it? He thought so, vaguely, but since no ready excuses were coming to mind for either scenario he couldn't be sure.

He recognized the girl who'd interrupted him, he realized with a sinking feeling. This was Nemo Fisk's little sister, who was the same year as Noble in Hogwarts — and by extension she was also Dorian Fisk's younger sister, and she was looking for Dorian. Now he really regretted grabbing the scarf, but it would have been even more damning to drop it now like he'd just been caught doing something he shouldn't be.

"He's already left," Ford said just a touch too quickly, hoping this wasn't a lie. If Dorian Fisk rounded the corner in a moment on his way back from the bathroom or something, and Ford was standing here holding his scarf and telling his little sister he was gone for the day... well. It was best not to dwell on it, because there was no way out of that scenario. He'd just have to wither and die on the spot.