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Auror Office, MACUSA Department for Magical Security.

MACUSA HQ, Woolworth Building, New York City, NY, USA.

Early Twenty-First Century.

Tall, stern, brisk, grey hair creeping among the dark brown, Jane Ironsides strode between the Aurors’ desks, her heels clicking rhythmically, ominously on the tiled floor.

Not so long ago, her father had been Deputy Secretary for all of DMS, and she strove to carry on his legacy of law and order, fervent patriotism for both MACUSA and the No-Maj United States, and zero tolerance for threats to either. She wasn’t the friendliest, but she felt she got the job done.

Of course, when she wasn’t being-- undermined-- by namby-pamby goody-two-shoes bleeding-heart intellectual-elite snowflakes--

--ahem. Anyway.

Coming towards the heart of the Auror Office, Ironsides glanced around, hands on her hips, golden-brown eyes narrowed severely.