Wandastian reviewed the way he handled simply courtesies, the hesitation and the slight handshake for example. The manner was peculiar, but perhaps to be expected. His owl had been urgent and in his urgency, the Healer struggled with a level of subtlety. Mr. Isaacs would have been justified if he were tense.

There was nothing to be done for it, though. This was urgent business.

Clearing his throat, feeling the moment pass, Wandastian laid his many envelopes and color-coded folders out on Mr. Isaacs desk. How lovely of him to offer...

"We've recently been doing studies concerning the psyche at St. Mungo's, hoping to gain some perspective in the way of progress. In doing so, our team discovered some alarming patterns...and things that could very well be affecting the current Ministry of Magic employees." He paused and sorted through the stack, pulling a brilliant yellow folder. After looking through it a moment, it was handed over. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't your employees relocated for a period lasting longer than three months this past year?"

No, he wasn't wrong...but it was polite to ask.