Anthony could safely say he was not enjoying the lockdown in any way, shape or form. He'd been hearing the rumours of the trouble going on out there and he knew that the longer this went on, the worse it was going to get, especially as food and other supplies started getting harder to get. He also had a nasty suspicion he knew what his orders would be if that happened - Muggleborns and halfbloods first, purebloods last and too bad if the purebloods starved.
He had retreated to his office once his shift started. There was no point hanging around outside. No one was getting in and out of Hogsmeade at the moment and the patrols didn't need his immedidate supervision. Though there were potentially two schools of thought on that.
He looked up when the door opened and smiled at Stephen. "Hi, Stephen. I'm okay. How are you and your team holding up? Not exactly the normal conditions of home here."