A nonverbal spell shut the door to their office with a deafening thud. Rabastan looked up to see what was happening just as she muttered the incantation to lock the door. The sound of the click brought his old smirk back to his face. He turned his gaze to Hermione. She stood to her feet, dropped the Ministry robes she loathed, and began to the familiar trek across the carpet to his desk.