For the first time in a long time, Hermione actually looked forward to entering the Ministry of Magic. Maybe her glee was just a little too obvious when she didn't even take a moment to glare at Rachel her idiot assistant. The girl would likely take that as a sign of trouble that she would need to report back to Rabastan. No matter. Hermione wasn't worried. In order to create the future she desired, she would get rid of the obnoxious witch if necessary. She'd done it plenty of times before in her life. Just like with William Wood, what would one more hurt? It wasn't as if she wasn't already damned for the crimes she'd committed in her past. One more wouldn't discolor her blackened soul.