            "Former," he agreed. "You’ll go on Friday after work, before we meet in the atrium?" She nodded; while loathe to rush things, Hermione wasn’t sure how long the lamp might contain the ghost. She’d be capturing it, experimenting, and then performing the ritual for Sirius all on Friday evening. With the looming weekend, the Ministry would be nearly deserted. It was a good a time as any they would find, even if it was ludicrously soon. All these weeks, all those hours researching, Hermione had longed to finally get to this point. Now that it was impending, the worry and fear had sunk deep.