As the newly-appointed head of Magical Maintenance and Security, one of Ikenna's highest priorities had been to test the current defenses surrounding the British Ministry of Magic and the Minister's Office in particular. Considering that the man had managed to slip into the conference room unnoticed before anyone else's arrival and was currently sitting in an empty chair at the end of the room, disillusioned, what he had discovered was most clearly... disturbing.

"Morning," the man spoke at last, releasing his charm with a nonverbal spell on himself. "I am Ikenna Gevrik. Magical Maintenance..... and Security."

He managed to place certain emphasis on the last word as he spoke, even though his deep voice hardly carried any emotion. Finished with his introduction, the man made certain to make eye contact with each other Department Head before he turned his attention back to himself. He smoothed out a nonexistent crease in the lapel of his steel gray suit and cast a glance to his left, where Charles had taken a seat.

Ikenna's nostrils flared slightly at the woman who smelled of butter and bakeries but he did not say anything else. Interesting that Bole was sitting so close to the Minister, however. Most interesting.