It was bizarre how easily she was able to slip back into the routine that she'd had for years and years. Once she emerged from one of the dozen or so Ministry fireplaces in the Atrium, she felt almost as if she had never gone on the run at all. Ollie's birthday party had gone off without a hitch the day before and she was coming back from her personal day off to continue what she hadn't yet finished. Only the shocked faces of the witches and wizards crossing her path destroyed that fantasy. None of them tried to make it seem as if they were overtly staring, but she knew they were. Whispers began all around her that she refused to pay attention to. She had a mission that would take her a while to complete. This was only the first day.