NPC log: Zara Quince and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"I feel old, Zara," Kingsley leaned back into his chair with a smile, quirking an eyebrow at his young colleague.
"You jest," Zara replied, looking up from a bursting manila folder. "You don't look old."
Papers were piled up on the mahogany desk between them. Kingsley leafed through a long profile on the murdered Wizarding family. The recent headaches involving Muggle relations required a certain kind of patience only he possessed; Zara was getting there, but still, she had a lot to learn.
Kingsley's friendly face brightened into a sly grin. "I suppose it's different when you've seen as much as I have. Don't worry -- soon you'll be sitting here, worn to threads, admiring the wrinkles on your forehead."