He was late to work, wearing the same clothing he had the past two days. He hadn’t bothered to rush after receiving Shacklebolt's owl. Rushing was beyond him, now. So he'd taken his time to top his coffee off with the dregs of the previous night's bottle and tear several cabinets apart for a pain-relief potion. He remembered walking into Kingsley's office to Nicloai’s disappointed expression, and... her. 