The further they wandered into the interconnecting rooms, the less chatter was heard through the public offices, each counter becoming increasingly niche as they went. By the time Harry stopped, the booth was only staffed with a single, burly man attending a man in his early twenties through the window in the wall.<br/>Harry opened the glass door regardless, undeterred.<br/>“Hey, Cal, can I interrupt you for a second?” he asked through the access door, well aware of the fact that it was, in fact, an interruption.<br/>The young man peering into the room saw Harry first, clumsily straightening his posture, revealing more of his Auror trainee uniform, a stark tonal change from having been in the midst of pleading the attendant Calvin to ban his office mate’s mother from having unrestricted access to their shared fireplace.<br/>“Auror Potter, sir -” he choked, the stuttered greeting making Calvin turn to glance over his shoulder. “Of course, yes, I insist, please go ahead. I’ll wait, ‘snot a problem.”<br/>“Merlin, Frank, changed yer tone quick, didn’t you?” Calvin huffed, wrangling himself out of his chair, hardly in any rush to help Harry.<br/>Harry, who had also found the cadet’s reaction rather unnecessary, smiled regardless.<br/>“Welcome to the force,” he smiled, nodding towards the lopsided emblem on the young man’s chest. As he straightened his posture, he opened the door wider, urging Calvin out into the hallway. “It’ll just be a moment.”