DMLE OFFICER – Oliver & Terry
Suddenly there was Terry, and Oliver could have kissed his perfect face out of appreciation for what he was doing; the sly bastard even going as far as to throw in he was a ministry employee. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Though there was an uncertainty to his voice, the start of a genuine smile was passed to the Ravenclaw before the Hufflepuff blew a half-arsed raspberry. "Deadlines," he repeated with an attempt at incredulity. Not his best work, but it'd do.
That the officer ignored Terry's question and continued his own interrogation, Oliver wondered if this bloke was trying to throw his weight around or something more akin to he'd already decided to screw over the next reoccurred they'd run into. His brow furrowed at the near accusation, a tired scoff, and then in a deadpan: "You're correct on both counts, but why would I have any want to do that? Everything I need is right here provided by the ministry." Good to know the fact he came from muggle heritage was still enough to be a red flag in the eyes of the institution this twat represented.