Ren returned from the meeting at Courtroom 10 in very good spirits. If he was wont to laugh, the sound of amusement would've been heard echoing throughout the curved halls of Mysteries. Given that wasnt his nature his joviality was only betrayed by that smallest of rare smirks, which given the success of the Cult's influence throughout the Wizarding world, was becoming more and more a common occurrence gracing his features.

As he entered his office another memo was making its presence annoyingly obvious, and in the old days something that annoyed him would usually end up in shreds or burned in a few seconds. But the ever present mind remembers where he was and what his current duties are.

With a flick of his wand he nullified the enchantment over the memo, the squawking coming to a dead silence as the parchment unfolded itself quickly and flopped down onto his desk. A passing glance caught the name that sent the letter as his eyes narrowed. Yes he remembered this visitor and her request.

Settling himself in his seat he pointed his wand at the cabinet in the far corner of the room, the drawer sliding open silently as folders floated towards his desk. A review of the staff's dossier is in order in seems....