            As an Unspeakable herself, albeit a junior secretary, Hermione had open access to the Death Room. Of course, she’d never asked for explicit permission to go inside, but plenty of her colleagues had seen her going to and from the chambers. No one said anything to the contrary. One in particular, Gareth Greengrass, always shot her a knowing smile when he passed her in the hallway leading to the room. Maybe he too had once sought the room’s quiet. She never asked, though. And no one asked her. Though Hermione had been thrilled when she received her position the August after Voldemort’s defeat, the job itself was...unexpectedly menial. Hermione wasn’t opposed to being placed in the administrative office, especially after her sharp-tongued boss Ms. Culpepper was adamant that it was only temporary until a research position opened up. That conversation had taken place four months ago. Four months of filing reports and redacting information and waving off memos with a bored flick of her wand.