It had been a week or so since you had seen Terzo, which wasn't unusual, he was a very busy man, though even at mealtimes you didn't seem to be able to find him.

It was dinner time at the ministry, and you were stood in front of Terzo's mahogany bedroom door. You knock, but hear no answer, and so you push the door open, only to find him asleep in bed, bags under his closed eyes.