With nothing else to distract her from the maddeningly tempting collar lying warded in her wardrobe at home, Hermione did what she normally did when she needed a distraction and threw herself into her work. She had just wrapped up a very satisfying months-long project tracing the provenance of an extremely obscure magical artefact, and was pleased to be able to write to the client (a museum curator) that it was not only safe but also did not appear to have been stolen at any point, and thus was deemed eligible for display. She sent out the notification and turned to the next memo on her desk. 