Deciding that remaining seated at her desk put her in danger of succumbing to the urge for oblivion that still existed in her no matter how much time passed, Hermione stood to her feet. It was a perfect time to put into action the first step of her plan. With a mumbled excuse to Rabastan that she was going downstairs to review a case file she desired, it seemed safer to tell at least a semblance of the truth, she headed for the lifts. When she stepped outside of the lift in the Department of Mysteries, she tried to ignore the chill that always crept its way up her back in that level of the Ministry. Each step towards the staircase that would take her to the level where the courtrooms and the neglected file room was located brought up more memories she wished she could push out of her mind.