Thing was, with the whirlwind tour he'd been given after his meeting with Rufus, he couldn't quite recall, as he stood in the entrance to the Auror offices, where his cubicle was. The receptionist behind the desk, an older woman with a garish color of lipstick, asked if he needed assistance and Gideon, always calm and cool and collected, suddenly didn't know what to do.
Instead, he gave a vague shake of his head, muttering that he was just on his way to his cubicle and then he moved away from the front and headed down among the cubicles trying to look like he knew what he was doing.




