And there it was, that firey passion that he loved in her so much; that temper that she had first hinted at when he'd assisted her, despite her arguments, with moving into her flat. This time, however, she further irritated him as she kept talking, his eyes flashing dangerously.

He was the one who'd dressed himself up in robes he never wore; he was the one who had put off a meeting he needed to be at to apparate out here; he was the one who had gone above and beyond to take a moment to see her. She, on the other hand, had shut herself up and that, more than anything, worked further on his irritation, his jaw flashing as he clenched and unclenched it.

His words were forcibly halted at the sound of others entering the room and he had to pull forth all his Auror skills to mask the anger that danced just beneath the surface. Drawing a smile, albeit a tight one, to his face, he greeted Charlotte's parents: a gentle bow and holding of Audrey's hand as he murmured how lovely she looked and a firm grip to meet Donovan's own hand.

"How are things, my boy? Dreaful state we've found ourselves in, no?"

"Dreadful indeed," Leathan was quick to agree, though the way that his eyes darted to meet Charlotte's for a heartbeat, it would be obvious to her that he was speaking of anything but the state of the wizarding world. "I can assure you, Mr. Dupree, that the Auror department, at the very least, is taking the threat seriously - regardless of the Minister's current lack of action," he said, not in the least shy about pointing out the faults in the Ministry to others.