The meeting with the soon-to-be-retired Minister of Magic for Victoria ended, Stuart was glad to have some of that business settled so that the Ministry could remain organised and on top of things in the interim between having a man in charge in the state. Of course, the visit to the old digs had been nice as well, the former Victorian Minister having arrived early so that he could catch up with a few of his old pals and see how they were. Admittedly, he missed the place sometimes, but duty called him elsewhere and so he'd moved up.
It helped that the work was more intense and thus kept him busier, meaning he didn't have to spend too much time on his own at the big empty house he lived in. It was too quiet with the kids all gone, even with the border collie that kept him company. But his closest friends had their own things to worry about, so he didn't concern them with his small problem.
As he walked through the corridor, the man undid his tie and pulled it off, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt so that he could breathe a little as well. His official business was over for the day, but there was still one social call he was going to make, since the man hadn't been in his office earlier.
Stopping by the office of the Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Stuart knocked sharply three times, before attempting an awful high-pitched voice.
"Roooooom service!" The man coughed afterward, clearing his throat, goddamn, how did some people pull that off? Still, he would be smirking by the time someone responded, either inviting him in or coming to open the door themselves, the man was curious as to how things were going for Jason, and also had some news. If he wasn't in, then he'd just have to leave some kind of prank-o-graph to let him know.