Hermione sighed. He was right, of course. "No, I—." She ran a hand through her hair. It felt messy and tangled even after a short time within the cave, the damp in its air making it curl excessively. "I worked at the Ministry for a while, once the war ended and I completed my N.E.W.T. exams. It was good at first, but I didn’t like the culture the Department I was in had."