Fletcher had been only mildly surprised by his sudden promotion. He knew Thicknesse had been having issues with breaking the journals and the man up top was all about getting what he wanted almost immediately. It was a little more difficult than that, but he supposed the Minister just couldn't wait anymore. He'd gracefully accepted the position, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach.
He'd first thought about himself when he was told there would be one less Parkinson. That was bothering enough as it was, but then his mind reminded him about his family. More importantly, he was reminded of Pansy. If his stomach could have dropped any quicker, he'd have been surprised. He'd worked all night and all day on the bloody journal, trying to find a way to crack it.
He was beyond exhausted and running on caffeine and almost nothing else at the moment. Luckily his mind worked fairly well on lack of sleep. He'd been about to give up for the day and go to sleep after some actual food when he'd finally gotten it. He stared at it for a moment before looking up at the knock. "Just finished what I was doing, actually," he said calmly, standing up for a change. "Can I help you with something, Ella?"