work things ((lucas))

Harry had been working all day and going on various calls. The calls would vary in fluctuation, and he had been living the best life that he could try to do. He liked work, but it could be a lot on him. He had been eating at the ministry cafe during his lunch break one of his favorite places to eat. The food tasted good even if it was cheap and it just provided him an escape from all of this and he liked that.

He had reading through some paperwork and taking a sip of his coffee. He looked up once he spotted someone.

“Hello?”

@Lucas G. T. Burton III

Lucas had to admit that he detested working with other departments needlessly. Though the aurors weren't all that bad. Law enforcement as a whole was much more of a pain, as they were nosy and thought they needed to know everything in order to be able to help him and his department. Painfully inaccurate of course, but it wasn't uncommon for those that honed their bodies more than their minds. Lucas opted for both, keeping in peak physical shape as well as keeping his mind sharp.

So as he spotted Mr. Potter outside of his office he considered an informal meeting. It was often the easiest way to get the ball rolling and he wasn't naive enough to think the most important things were discussed in an office. Coming from a family of business minded individuals that had a talent for churning profits it only made sense that he'd picked up their flair for business, even if he directed his talents in a slightly different department.

He approached Mr. Potter and paused briefly at his table to wait for him to notice him. As he looked up Lucas politely inclined his head towards the other man. "Ah, Mr. Potter. Do you mind if I take some of your time and join you?" It was a polite request that could certainly be rejected but well, this was just about getting things started. Any actual business would need to be handled in a far more secure location of course. But all in good time. For now, this was an informal lunch, after all.

Harry hadn’t considered himself much different than most of his colleagues. Yes he was famous, but he loved everyone very dearly and tried his best. He had come from the bottom and he made his way to where he was now, yes he was a war hero but he didn’t let that define him. He took a sip of his coffee saw the person who wanted to join him.

“Hello Mr. Burton, the table is all yours?” he commented. He knew his family was quite rich and probably one of the richest in the wizarding world to say the least. “How is your department?”

@Lucas G. T. Burton III