"Yeah, it's been rough." Which was an understatement, really.
Kingsley paused slightly, wondering if he should ask about Potter and McKinnon, but then continued with a renewed smile on his lips "I'm always glad to help, you know that, and I got excellent food after all. Thank your mother again from me." Kingsley was always hungry, and good food was one of the easiest ways to make him happy.
"If they think something is off with the wards, they shouldn't hesitate to contact me. Or at least the Department. Just to make sure none of them fail." He had full confidence in his skills of course, but any spell could potentially weaken unexpectedly fast. He was checking the wards around his childhood home almost obsessively these days, and he would do so again tonight.