"I do believe I just heard my name," Martel stepped out of his own office and walked down the hall to stop near Wesley Kutcher's desk. He smiled pleasantly at the two women and then turned his attention to Kutcher.

"Did you say locked? My. That is odd. May I?" Martel D'Isigny's wand appeared apparently from nowhere, an entirely smooth and natural movement. With a polite and friendly smile for Kutcher, he tapped the door, a shiny ribbon of silver smoke peeling out of his wand, forming into a key and then dissolving on impact with the locking mechanism, which clicked obligingly.

Martel reholstered his wand and with a florid bow, gestured at the now unlocked door.

The man straightened and turned to face the two women, expression still charming and open.

"Was there something I could do for you ladies?"

Harley turned as she heard someone speak and enter the room. Speak of the devil, she thought at Martel D'Isigny entered the room. "Mr. D'Isigny, I presume?" she said, smiling slightly. She watched him quietly, obseving his manner as he used a little charm to unlock the door. "What a delightful charm." She cleared her throat a little and looked up as the Minister appeared, hoping the nervousness she was beginning to feel was not showing or able to be heard. "Hello, Ma'am. Miss. Um...hrm." She pulled out her badge as D'Isigny turned ot her again. "Sir." She held up her badge. "My name is Harley Quinn Wulfe, I'm with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and this is my collegue, Persephone Stuart. We have a minor worry over your safety," she turned to D'Isigny, "Mr. D'Isigny, and since this is a matter is over the safety of the Minister's advisor, we wished to have a word with you and the Minister to discuss percautions, tactics, and anything you think might be helpful." Harley gave the room a quick look over and then turned back to the Minister, hoping this would work. "Do you think it's safe to speak here?" She glanced at Persephone quickly to see if she had anything to add.

Persephone stood straight as soon as the Minister entered the room. She'd never seen her in person, and was somewhat flummoxed to have this encounter. Allie Carlton distracted her from focusing on Martel D'Isigny. She took a deep breath and regained her professionalism.

"Perhaps it might be better to speak privately. Would either of you mind if we conducted this in one of your offices?" she asked. She put on a friendly smile; she was, after all, there to serve the Ministry.

Martel turned a concerned look towards the Minister.

"Allie dear, are you quite alright? Not working too hard I hope?" With obvious and genuine concern, the man reached out and touched her shoulder, with an almost paternal air. "Perhaps you ought to head home early. Wesley here can owl you if there is anything pressing to attend to." Pat pat.

He turned his attention to the two Law Enforcement women. And tuned quite the devilish smile on Harley. "All charms are delightful, my dear."
His safety? Was not a concern. At all.

He looked to Persephone.

"I do feel the need to stretch my legs. Perhaps you ladies would care to join me for a stroll? You can tell me more of this... safety concern as we walk, and I in turn, may just inform you what we have in store for the safety and security of the ministry and its employees." He smiled enigmatically, charmingly. The slightest hint of a French accent just caressing his tone.

Ha!

Her? Leave?! That would be the day! Allie had never skipped out on work a day in her life, and she wasn't about to start now! She had loads of paperwork to do, and missing even a few hours would put her tremendously behind. "I--I don't think so," she mumbled, and then promptly turned and released a series of coughs.

...and just as she did so, her head started pounding, and she honestly felt sicker than she ever had before. "Well, maybe if Wes will promise he'll let me know if anything comes up...," she hesitantly said. Of course something would come up. This was the Ministry of Magic. She did feel ill, though...

Harley nodded lightly as Mr. D'Isigny spoke and she turned towards the Minister as she spoke. "Ma'am," she said bravely. "Are you alright?" She heard her cough and she reached into her pocket, fumbling for a moment before grabbing a cough drop from her robes. She held it out to her kindly. "It will help." She turned back to Mr. D'Isigny and she nodded slightly, glancing over at Persephone. "I do not see why we cannot walk and talk." She looked back at Mr. D'Isigny and smiled.

Persephone smiled and nodded in agreement. "That would be just fine, Mr. D'Isigny." She began to mentally prepare counter arguments for any resistance for round-the-clock protection. After all, both she and Harley had been ordered to do so, and anything less would technically be defying orders.

"Sir," she said, lowering her voice, "We have reason to believe your life may be in danger, and we've been assigned to ensure your wellbeing," she explained, wanting to be upfront about their presence. The rest could be explained as they walked. Perhaps the threat would make Mr. D'Isigny think twice about rejecting their aid.

Nodding, Allie said, "Yes, thank you. I'm sure I'll be just fine." She accepted the cough drop from the woman but thought to herself that maybe a good Pepper-up Potion would do the trick. With a small smile and a parting glance to all those standing around, Allie returned to her office to retrieve her bag and a few pieces of paperwork she could look at while she was away. Minutes later, she'd left for home, hoping that a little time away could cure her once and for all.

Martel looked concerned as he watched the Minister leave but then turned a smile on the two lovely ladies from law enforcement. "Walk and talk, I agree. And then perhaps, break for lunch? I'm rather famished." He fixed his gaze on Persephone and smiled again, all charm and mystery.

"My life is in no danger my dear." His voice was full of conviction. "But I simply can not imagine the company of two such lovely ladies as yourselves becoming a chore."

And the rest of the ministry, one would hope.

"Oh dear." Martel stepped back as if he were being cautious of germs and the like. "Do take care of yourself, Mr Kutcher. One's health should never be taken for granted." He smiled pleasantly and turned his attention back to his... escorts.

"Lunch is on me." He suggested and then led the way.

Harley looked at Mr. D'Isigny and then glanced over at Persephone and then back at D'Isigny. "Very well, then," she said. "We will have to talk about your safety, and even if you don't precieve your life in danger, we would rather be certain than wrong. Thank you for such a kind offer, Mr. D'Isigny." She followed Mr. D'Isigny into the door and she entered the hall.