It was jarring hearing 'Minister Thicknesse', and all Gawain could manage was a sharp nod as he sat. The chair wasn't any more comfortable than it had been yesterday, but he was more restless this morning.
Taking a breath, he forced himself to relax, to appear calm, collected. He was the bloody well Chief Auror, he shouldn't let his nerves get to him, even if every second that ticked by added to his certainty that he wasn't likely to see Rufus Scrimgeour alive again.
The Weasley boy seemed to have adjusted well enough to the change, though. Perhaps he'd known it was coming. It might do to question the boy subtly after the interview with Thicknesse. Gawain knew for a fact that there hadn't been any rumors about Rufus resigning prior to the announcement in the Prophet, but if others had known ... well, it hinted at something quite bit more sinister than the simple resignation the Prophet reported.