Mulciber had spent a brief afternoon and some of the evening at “his” department, doing little more reading a book about the collective unconscious and sipping a nearly bottomless cup of tea. His brief perusal of the department’s experiments and projects had been satisfactory, and once the majority of the staff wrapped up for the night, Mulciber straightened his dress robes he always wore to the Ministry and headed to the Atrium, where he was meeting Miss Langtry. Honestly, he hadn’t been “out” in quite some time for a drink, and the invitation had piqued his curiosity.
After riding in the lift with mostly those from the department, he exited, slowly following those who had filed out at a distance. Hereweald scanned for Victoria, remembering the scant description a new Unspeakable had given him. She was blonde, he had learned, and was an Auror. It wasn’t that much to go on, but the number of those mulling around the Atrium that time of day was far fewer than noon. Mulciber nodded in acknowledgement to a few he passed by, though avoided entering an actual conversation. He paused when he was looking into the blue eyes of a pretty young woman with blonde hair. She was the only one who fit the description he had. “Miss Langtry? I hope I haven’t kept you waiting that long. I think we had something arranged. …Something about some drinks after work? That’s the most I can really tell you about my work, though. It’s a mystery,” he raised his hands, making quote gestures with his fingers, “classified.” He gave a light laugh, looking around a bit to see who was still lingering in the halls. Turning back to Victoria, Mulciber clasped his hands in front of him and lazily smiled. "Hows the law been lately?"