Fletcher was still confused about all of this. Of course, he didn't think she could have done it, but the need to be absolutely certain, to check before writing something off as illogical was just part of the job. Part of him missed the days when doing his job was simple, so long as he didn't give away what he was or what he thought to other people, and that had been fairly easy.
He looked up at the sound of the knock on his door, flicking his wand to open it before gesturing to a seat in front of his desk. "Please come in and take a seat." He was glad, at the very least that he had a regained control over his voice since his conversation with Pansy.
Once she was inside, he closed the door. "I suppose you are wondering why you're here." He hadn't been exactly clear about it when he owled her, but he'd explain. "I won't dance around it. I am sure you have other things to attend to once you get back to work." There was a brief pause. "My staff has repeatedly told me that they saw you here, at the Ministry the day Hestia Jones was taken. In fact, they have told me that it was you who took her."