Gideon could have heaved a sigh of relief when Benjy appeared. Hell, he could have thrown his arms around the other and hugged him for dear life. He did neither; he managed a rather weak grin and an attempt at humor.

"Speaking from personal experience, are we?"

Okay. A poor attempt at humor.

Raking a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses, he made a wry face and gave a shrug.

"I'm in cubicle twenty-two..that much I recall, but I can't recall which aisle it's down," he admitted, his voice low as a curious looking Auror walked past. "I almost feel like I made a mistake, Benjy," he added, in an even lower voice. "But, bloody hell, you should have seen Holly this morning. Practically tripping over herself as she sent me out the door."