"This is just a book. A book about stars, and the changing of the seasons. What in the bloody hell is this doing in the Department of Mysteries and why was it marked expedited?" Mr. Millican leveled a glare at the young woman and she nearly cringed away. Her office was small, too small for his large presence. So, Unspeakable Plumb did what any young ladder-climber in the Department would do– she blamed someone else. 