The scarred man harrumphed, "Whose leg do I have to hump?" She removed the charm on the evidence and handed him the main folder. He took it from her and began to read. Normally, Alastor never sat in anyone’s office other than his own citing claims that you could never be too careful. Based on what he was reading, Amelia watched as he slowly sank into one of the empty chairs, his mouth hanging open at what he was looking at. "Is this... Where did you get this?"