Hyperion was bored. He'd finished all the paperwork for his latest mission more than an hour ago, and there wasn't anything Wizengamot related for him to focus on at the moment, so he was left sitting at his desk wishing he'd brought a book with him. He was just about to go and get himself another cup of tea when an interdepartmental memo landed on his desk.
"Oh thank Godric," he said fervently, taking a moment to read the message before smiling and writing a hasty reply and sending it back towards Lavender. "Just going out to meet someone," he said vaguely to the head of the current watch."
Not even five minutes later, he was sitting at a booth in the cafeteria with his back to the wall, two cups of coffee in front of him. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"