Draco took Anna's look barely contained look of disgust at a stride. After all he had endured worse. And she wasn't the person he was hoping to impress. And the Minister had far better manners then some lowly civil servant. Draco considered himself above such things.
As well as strategically forgetting that he was a civil servant too.
"Minister," he said respectfully as the door closed behind him. Draco had to admit the Kingsley looked a bit haggard. And the pile of letters towering next to him was intimidating. Draco had to give him due where it was earned. And possibly grudging respect. After all he had been instrumental in rebuilding the Wizarding World after the war.
And was watching is fall apart again, Draco thought wryly.
He shook the thought off. He needed to focus. If he remembered correctly the Minister valued straight-forward honesty.
"Well Minister I will cut to chase," Draco said easily. He liked to think it wasn't in the over-oily tone his father sometimes used to soften people up. Draco had always found that tone a little revolting. If not nauseating.
"I feel it would be imperative that your tack force contains diverse influences," Draco said self-assuredly. "The return of the Dark Lo--Voldemort has shown us that we are ill-equipped to deal with the situation at hand. And further we have no guarantee of knowing if this an isolated event, or who the other returnees, if any, will be."