You're in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic Headquarters, heading to the cafe for your lunch break. You go to grab a copy of the Daily Prophet for some reading while you eat, but the man in front of you picks up the last copy.

Twenty minutes later you're at your table, zoned out and having your meal, when the man from before heads towards you and sets the paper onto the table beside you.

"I know your lunch is almost over, but I thought you may still want this." He said.