It had been a rough couple of days, especially seeing as he had had to go to work, and take the night shift. Then again, it had been nice to stop himself from thinking about Harry all the damn time. It was a relief and a curse at the same time. He knew that he should probably just let that be it, and then call it a day. It would suck, of course, but it would probably be the better for the both of them.<br/>Why he was at the Department of Mysteries all of the sudden, he could not tell you. Or, he probably could, but he had no desire to try and explain his way out of the situation. Instead he smiled politely at the receptionist, and asked to be shown to Harry Potter's office. Not for the first time in his life, he was glad that he had inherited his mother's icy glare. People seldom ever questioned if he actually had any business anywhere, and it honestly made his life easier a lot of the time.