Aside from helping the Taken that had been chosen for the Elite Four figure out everything they needed to know to do their jobs properly here in Pokemon Land, Harry had been spending a lot of time on his own. Well, not entirely on his own; his Pokemon were always with him, which was actually rather nice. He had bonded with all of them a little bit, now, but Pidgeot was still indisputably his favorite.
It was quieter around here than usual, since three of the elite four had been sent to help in other cities. That was Harry's job, apparently, along with being the last one that the kids had to beat to become a Pokemon Master; he was supposed to send the members of his "team" to help people around Pokemonland whenever problems came up. He was rather pleased with that part of his job, to be honest. Not that he really felt qualified to be the highest boss of any sort of law enforcement team (yet, anyway; supposedly he was going to be in charge of the Auror department in his future back home), but he knew better than to protest. Instead, he took it seriously, and tried to make the best decisions he possibly could. Then came the part he didn't like, the sitting around waiting to find out whether the problems had been solved. At least, he tried to reassure himself, Pokemon duels didn't end in death. At least, in theory.
Worry was making him restless, and he decided to take his lunch outside with his journal (which he was keeping an eye on at all times, especially now that there was trouble afoot) and let his pokemon out for a bit. The kitchen staff had just packed him a lunch, and he was on his way out when he encountered Minerva McGonagall (not Professor McGonagall, he had to remind himself, again). "Hi," he said, smiling at her anyway. Even though she didn't really know him, she was familiar. "I was going to have lunch outside. Want to join me?"