He made it to the lifts without interruption and was immensely grateful no one joined him for the quick ride down to the D.M.L.E. He stepped out with purpose, his posture pin-straight. He took in the identical desks, wondering if he’d be sitting out in the open with everyone or if they intended to shove him in a broom closet. Several doors lined the walls, frosted glass indicating they were offices or conference rooms. Hugging the walls, he walked around the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and scanned the plaques.