[Remus notes the double lock arrangement on Alfie's office door with interest. It tells him several things about his current client: he's clever enough to use locks with keys rather than some kind of magical arrangement, which can be broken if you know what you're doing. That's the kind of thinking that only comes from someone rational, someone with the kind of common sense that you just don't see much in wizards. Perhaps Alfie was raised by Muggles, or grew up among them. Of course, the next logical assumption is that if Alfie uses locks, he must be trying to stay one step ahead of any employees who try and break in - he's employing people whom he does not necessarily trust, and who he thinks might be almost as clever as he is.

Remus lets his gaze do a casual once-over of the office as he takes a seat. Dim and close, intimate enough for a big man like Alfie to dominate. Old furniture, solid and well-worn - the kind of furniture that you buy for a high price and then use for the next two hundred years. It might have been acquired by an ancestor or earlier owner of Alfie's company. And, like the office door, the papers on the big old desk are protected from casual view.

He gives another small, professional smile as Alfie sits. He's pleased that Alfie is letting them get right down to business; he hates when clients try to start off with small-talk. ]

Yes, sir. First, I'd like you to tell me about the incidents that have occurred. When they started, how often they have happened, what time the aftermath is discovered, and what the incidents looked like. Was there anything taken? What manner of items were damaged? Any detail you can give me.