"GOOD DAY SIR," Kingsley bleats in the short, egg shaped man's voice. He physically recoils at the noise. How does this man exist, and moreover, how come he found this man coming out of a respectable law firm? Perhaps he is a suspect in a crime and not just a hapless paralegal.
"Oh, bugger it," he mutters, and pulls out his wand. "What were three things Remus Lupin told Kingsley Shacklebolt the night they found pieces of Benjamin Fenwick?"