Although Fabian was fairly certain this kid didn't give a damn about the Department of Magical Catastrophes, he figured he might as well answer the questions anyways, asked as peevishly as they were. He could be mature, and ignore at least half of the things this kid said, anyways. Even so, he could feel the boy's disdaining stare even as he looked down to grab a pamphlet and pass it to him, and although he was used to this sort of treatment-albeit from people closer his age- it still pissed him the hell off.
Taking a deep breath and putting on his best monotone, Fabian recited, straight from the front page of the stupid packet but for some reason he was still required to memorize years ago: "The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes was created to save, protect, and serve the witches and wizards throughout the United Kingdom from any and all dangerous accidents or incidents involving the misuse or unintentional use of magic and their consequences, no matter how violent or disturbing the results may be." He paused for a moment, to see if the kid wanted to leave yet. He waited a moment before adding; "- basically."