Work had actually been pretty terrible recently - someone had broken into one of the most highly guarded vaults in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries (and from  his  bloody department no less) and stolen some very specific but only mildly concerning items, considering what else was up for grabs. The current theory was that it was a pure-blood fanatic - all they had taken were the diary and wand that had once belonged to one Tom Marvalo Riddle. It was more concerning, in Harry’s eyes, that they had managed to break in  at all. But, of course, as George had pointed out, he couldn’t say any of this, so what he said instead was, "It’s fine," with a shrug, and he took the opportunity to spoon more tiramisu into his mouth, "How about you? How’s Gringotts?"