The saddest part about speaking Russian was how little he needed to use it. Russian was fun! He’d learned Cryllics! It had four completely different e’s! A good language, a fun language. More people needed to speak Russian. 

Stumbling upon Dmitry had been a godsend. Discovering Dmitry could use help with his kitchen had been even better. Finally, a use for the label-maker. Beryl had been saving it for a rainy day. 

Now he had it set to Cyrillic and life was looking up. 

“Hello hello!” He said as he knocked on the door, hoping to hear Lord Stair barking inside, “I am here to help your kitchen!”

Walden didn’t usually solve his problems using lawyers. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying and no one even got punched. But a lawsuit would probably really annoy the Auror Office and he was kind of in to that idea. Could he even sue the Ministry while he worked there? 

He looked around the office, feeling a little underwhelmed. Weren’t lawyers supposed to be braggy and self-important? He felt like he’d walked into Dam’s workspace pre-fame: less grandiose more organized chaos.

“Does anyone even work here?” He asked the empty room. “The door was fucking open, get better security.”