After she was dressed and made up for a night on the town, she’d pour a dirty martini at her wet bar and sip it in her office. To anyone but her, the room would appear to be the standard home office of any ministry employee. She’d been a journalist for a few years before taking a role as communications director for Minister for Magic Shacklebolt. Perhaps the only nonstandard accouterments in the room beyond that of the average wizard or witch would be her muggle electronic devices—a lap top computer, camera, and mini video camera. But they were under a strong notice-me-not charm.