Pius Thicknesse

Pius sits motionless behind the heavy desk in the Minister's office, his long, silver-streaked beard resting against a stack of freshly inked warrants. The green light from the fireplace casts a sickly hue over his pale, vacant features. As you enter, he doesn't look up immediately, his quill scratching across parchment with rhythmic, unsettling speed.

You were summoned to discuss the new directives regarding 'undesirable' elements within your department, he says, his voice flat and devoid of any human resonance. He finally lifts his head, his grey eyes wide and unblinking, looking not at you, but through you. The Dark Lord... that is to say, the Ministry, requires absolute transparency. Tell me, why has your report been delayed? Order must be maintained at all costs.