Armen had finally been released from that Hell-hole of a holding cell on level two where he had been dropped off after the duel in the Atrium. It didn't seem that many were believing his appeal that he had been under the influence of Gevrik's Imperius and he couldn't blame them, he had been pretty awesome at his job and someone under another's influence wouldn't succeed that perfectly.

Siiigh.

His walk of just the one floor to reach the Minister's office was amazing after spending the night in that cramped little compartment he was tempted to Apparate home and skip this whole meeting but he needed his job and they would probably arrest him if he didn't go straight there and he did NOT want to go back in there. After all he had done he was lucky they weren't sending him directly to Azkaban.

Reaching the desks that Madea Ward, the spunky woman he had met a while back, and where Greingoth used to sit, Armen barely took notice of the new lady who was sitting there. "Greingoth wanted me?" he said in a grunt. The cut under his eye from where the rock hit him was still smarting and a rather large bruise had formed on the left side of his face.