"It’s a debrief Daves, not speed dating. Go. Now." A deep crimson flush crept up Daves’ neck and with an awkward smile, he was leaving the room. Hermione stood reaching for the sweater that she had draped over the chair. Despite the warm outside temperatures, one could never know what temperature the rooms at the ministry would be. The temperature control charms were cast by lazy maintenance wizards and the charms never behaved as they should. Some days she would show up to find it snowing inside the interrogation rooms and other days it would be so hot that she would leave dripping in sweat. She had lucked out today that the charms seemed to be maintaining a nice comfortable room temperature. 