Kingsley was, without a shadow of a doubt, acting extremely abnormal. She had known him since she was a teenager, and often thought of him as a distant uncle. A man who generally cared about her well-being, but wasn’t overly involved in her life. Until she had agreed to consult on this case, she typically only saw him a couple of times a year. She would either run into him in the Ministry while visiting Harry (or staring at Draco, but honestly who could blame her?) or at various Fundraising Events throughout the year. Her encounters with him were rarely more than a familial hug. As they made their way to his office, she couldn’t recall the last time she had an actual conversation with him.