Her suspicions were confirmed - so he had been another Ministry drone like herself! She could still not be sure where. She knew for a fact that he was not from her old department, nor the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, unless he was new. She had known Law Enforcement almost as well as her own, as many times as she was there on account of Nemo, or in trying to get around magical laws to do what she pleased. She hated red tape, and the only way to accomplish all that had really needed to be done was to go right through said tape. Then again, Jack had never been a very enthusiastic sympathizer of the rules.
From his job description, though, she jumped right to muggle relations department. And, yes, it was considered the 'softest' department, but Jack had more reasons that not to support it. It was the bureaucracy the department (and, of course, all others) worked for that pissed her off.
"Exploding jewelry? Count me in." She flickered a grin, but then addressed his next question. Did she, Jack Dyllan, Queen of the Fix-It-Yourselves, need any help moving in? She thought of the armchair she had brought, and her mattress, and her desk, and her books - all of which were large, bulky, and incredibly heavy.
"Nah, I got it," she responded. She rapped her knuckles on the door frame. "I'll, uh, let you get to it, then? Nice meeting you." She grimaced again, and then turned, walking down the hallway to collect the rest of her things.
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