In the hallway outside footsteps sounded along with the panting breath of someone trying to catch up and within moments an older man with greying ginger hair shuffled in, looking around in wide-eyed wonder as if he'd never seen a conference room before.
Harry Potter cleared his throat.
"Everyone, this is Arthur Weasley, Office of Muggle-Wizard Relations."
Arthur Weasley however didn't appear to notice anyone else in the room. He headed straight to the young Auror and gushed in wonderment. "Harry! Harry did you see? They have their very own fireplaces!"
"They're called pods, Mister Weasley."
"Oh. I did wonder where the fire was," Arthur Weasley moved his head to scratch an itch under his chin and only as he did so did he appear to notice the other people in the room. "Oh, hello. You must be the terrorists."
"Counter-terrorists, Mister Weasley."
"Right, right." Arthur nodded seriously. "Mind if I take a seat?"
Callum reached across the table and extended his hand, "Callum Reid."
Arthur Weasley gladly took the proffered hand and shook it rather vigorously. "Arthur Weasley. Pleased to meet you."
"Well," Harry Pearce cleared his throat, "Callum has introduced himself. This is my Section Chief Erin Watts, Senior Analyst Ruth Evershed and our resident Technician, Tariq Masood. Mister Potter, I believe you have some information for us."
"Yes, of course," Harry Potter stepped forwards, "We have an idea of the general location of their headquarters but they're obscuring their exact location using magic and we haven't been able to crack their spells yet but I've been thinking that some conventional muggle spycraft might help us. Now the spells affect wizard navigation techniques and GPS systems BUT we think maps are too low-tech to be interfered with so..."
Beside Ruth, her own Harry rubbed a hand down his forehead in a classic stress tell as Harry Potter briefed the team on the information the Ministry of Magic had been able to put together on the magical elements of the group. Under the table she reached out and laid a hand on his knee. Her boss looked round at him and she smiled softly at him. With that one look, as their eyes met, stress seemed to seep out of his body with a long sigh. Under the table Harry rested one of his large hands on Ruth's and squeezed it gently.