“Forgive me sir, I seem to be turned around. Department of Aurors is near here, isn’t it?”
The quill he'd been writing with stopped long enough to point at the ceiling, "About three floors up unless it's Wednesday, then it's four. It used to only be two, but they wanted to move away from the Department of Mysteries, which is entirely understandable."
"Don't ask me if it's Wednesday though, because I haven't the foggiest."
Calleo abruptly stopped writing, primarily on account of nearly jumping out of his chair, "OH! You're a person! I--right, no, of course you are, supposed to look at those when they come down here, I'm told, and not just talk at whatever I'm working on."
"Something about being rude." He offered a lazy looking shrug, "How did you end up down here? Is the lift doing that thing again? They said they'd sorted it out a couple of days ago."
