Upon arriving just outside the Department Head's office, the Disillusioned Ikenna Gevrik set about inspecting the office's security in the manner he saw fit. First were several charms to check for other charms, anything that might require a password to enter, possible booby traps or security blankets, so to speak, should Armen Recard have the brains to put those in place. He did not.

Ikenna took a few steps into the interior of the office and continued his spell-casting and security-checking, now looking for hidden bodies, invisible locks, safes, filing cabinets filled with private undesirables, etc.

Again, his search yielded nothing immediately suspicious, or at least nothing that interested Ikenna enough right away. That, however, was a red flag in and of itself. Why did the Head of Magical Transportation, one of the busiest and most important offices in all of Great Britain, have no personal security precautions in place? He could not blame this lack of protective enchantments on the little mishap with a gift gone awry, as the office had already started to clean up from that fiasco. Considering the half-repaired state Recard's office was in, Ikenna doubted that four small ceramic figures could have broken through the charms that should have been protecting his private office anyway, had such charms been in place.

Satisfied and yet dissatisfied with the results of his preliminary screening, Ikenna temporarily returned his wand to its holster and now set on some basic observations of the room. He touched nothing but did thoroughly inspect the note and the figurines that were allegedly responsible for the destruction to this level. He snooped about the few personal touches Recard had added to this office and after nearly a quarter of an hour of basic observing and minimal magical prodding, Ikenna came to stop beside the department head's desk chair.

He frowned, still invisible, and leaned down to use his wand to make a few minor adjustments relating to leg room and cushion comfortability. With that taken care of, Ikenna settled himself into the chair and leaned back, his hands resting behind his head and his feet extended onto the half-destructed desk. He was the perfect picture of contentment and relaxation, should anyone enter the room and have the gall to search for disillusioned people.

Recard was not likely to do so, however, and so Gevrik calmly and invisibly awaited his return with his eyes fixated on the door.