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“I’m sorry.”

Hermione held her digital camera in the thin hands perched on the edge of her bench seat. She was on assignment to document the remaining populations of unicorns on the continent, as per her job as Head of the Department of Magical Creature Protection and Law . She was posing as a tourist today  before taking more observational data in the coming weeks. She wore a thick pith helmet brimmed with a cream ribbon and authentic safari clothes. She looked a little like a period piece but with some colored contacts and a magic wand she managed to look simply eccentric and unlike  herself unless you looked .   The camera wasn’t charmed like everyone else’s and Hermione reveled in the fact of it. The carriage  ran over a rock and Hermione was rocketed off her bench  and against the Man next to her “ OH shoot!” She dropped her camera into her lap  having hit her funny bone on the seat “Are you okay?” @mistermalcolmbaddock-archive @mistermalcolmbaddock

“So,” he began, clearing his throat and shuffling through some paperwork. “We’ve rounded up a few more Voldemort Loyalists, but among them was a young muggleborn witch, 16 years old, and she seems to have been both physically and mentally...” Harry stared at the word tortured and spoke the less offensive word, “..abused. I’m going to need your assistance with this, Mary. I understand you’re exactly the right person for this job.”

Hermione grit her teeth. She had a killer headache that she knew only charms kept at bay by now. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot in her stockings which if she had known  this fun ‘outing’ was occurring she would’ve worn slacks to work. She and the rest of the upper level Ministry officials had been rewarded with an all time low budget surplus with a ‘VIP evening at  a world Class Quidditch Match”. Hermione swore under her breath when it had been announced and lo and behold, Ginny way playing tonight so Ron and the kids would be in the Weasley family Box  so Hermione couldn’t fudge some last minute emergency with Ron pertaining to the custody of their kids. It was his weekend and for that she was cursing Merlin. The box was open air and the sound of balls and brooms made Hermione reach for her mug of butterbeer more than she would think is socially acceptable at something work related. She HATED Quidditch and made Ron promise she always come and supervise whenever Rosie ( and soon Hugo) would get on a broom in the Burrow Backyard. The worst part is her assigned seat was placed  next to Minister of Magic  hopeful Tosser Draco Malfoy. She knew someone did it as a prank to test her tolerance. Hermione could stand him less than she did in school. She took another Sip and saw him giving her a look from a few feet away. When he walked away from the conversation Hermione walked up to him “Why on earth do you keep giving me looks whenever i take a sip. Please there’s no need to be shy, Mr Malfoy, I am all ears.” @drxcxmalfoy

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