“You think just a friendly chat will do the trick? Shit, I’ll be on my way then."

She couldn't stop the ghost of a smile that drew to her features. The smile may have been a trick of the light, for in the next moment, her attention on her fag and her drink as he continued to talk. Yes, she did know that he wasn't about to act beyond what the situation required. If he still played to form, he still ended up in the Scrimgeour's office about once a week, even the shut door not quite managing to keep the shouting from being overheard. She'd always sworn, back when she was still at the Ministry, that Scrimgeour purposely charmed his door so that the gist of a lecture could be heard by everyone in the office.

"Look, it's not that I'm trying to protect him for any sort of personal reason; thing is, the Ministry is prone to blaming my kind for things they aren't involved in." She was sure she'd not been blamed for anything, yet, only because she used to be one of them. Drawing in another deep drag from her cigarette, she held the smoke for a moment and then let the smoke trickle from the corner of her mouth. "You give me your word, JT, that you'll treat him fair..."