Luke was touring the premises. He figured that if he was going to do his job right and ever advance he needed to know things like exits and security risks. He didn't want to end up forever doing forensics. He wanted to be out there in the thick of things. He stopped to look at the portraits of the former ministers of magic, paying particular attention to Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour and Pius Thicknesse. He thought that those three ministers had been among the wizarding world's greatest idiots. He'd done a thesis on these three in Uni and he'd come to the conclusion that where politics met the real world the lot of them were bloody fools.