"They call me the Minister of Magic," he said, flipping the page with a straight face. Eric was certainly slightly disturbed by the amount of energy the young witch had, and no one ever seemed that excited about his identity before.
Slouching, Eric popped the last bite of a piece of fish in his mouth after covering it with sauce—and he was not terribly particular about what type of sauce either, as long as it made the fish taste like more than simple fried cod.
Stopping where he was in his magazine, Eric finally looked up at Patricia as he stirred sugar and cream into his coffee. "I work for the Ministry," he said, licking on if his fingers. "I can't tell you any more than that, but mainly because I don't want to."