            Culpepper raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "That is not why the matter has been brought to my attention, Granger. Even the fools we hire for the Hall of Prophecy would not dare to risk releasing the nature of their work. No, it is your reputation that has, unfortunately, been called into question." The witch rose from her seat, hands clasped firmly behind her back as she made her way to the curtained false window behind her desk. With a flick of a finger, the curtains drew back. A scene of a muggle London played behind the glass panes, cars and pedestrians and a bright double decker rushing by. "I do not judge you for whom you keep company with, Granger. Even if it surprises me, do to your...status in our world. But others at the Ministry judge much more freely. And much more viciously." She sighed and turned back to Hermione, a contemplative expression pulling at her severe features. "What do you want with your life?"