            Her attention returned to the room she’d been sat in for the past half hour of her lunch break. The Death Chamber was always empty, save for the occasional Unspeakable coming to fruitlessly experiment. Though those instances were always scheduled far in advance, and posted in the morning memo that flit through the Department of Mysteries’ administrative office. Today, she was left alone. Alone in the unwavering chill. Alone in the pleasant dimness. Alone with the silence and her thoughts that filled it. Alone with the Veil, and the itch that someone stood just on the other side.