This was more like it. Less of the senseless bickering and more plotting--Nigel smirked, raising one finger just slightly to signal his desire to speak. "A simple matter, really. How many wizards enter the Ministry each day? They can't keep track of everyone," he pointed out, "and there are most certainly items around that could, shall we say... hide our perpetrators from sight."
"But why necessarily hide from sight when you can just waltz right in?" asked one of the other women in the room, a deep, sultry voice. "I should say it might be possible for some of us to get inside with little problem at all."
As she shifted in her chair, swinging her hair behind her shoulders to reveal just how far down her shirt dipped, Nigel thought he had perhaps an inkling of what she meant.