            She sighed and leaned back against the armrest, legs stretched out, camel-colored skirt bunched around her knees. "Fine. Mundane." Her mouth twitched, recalling Lucius’s same word choice. "You too?" she asked hopefully. If work in the Auror Office had slowed down to boredom levels, maybe Harry and Ron would have a light week coming up. Maybe she’d actually see one of them before midnight. Maybe Ron would be home in time to ask her to bed—she’d stopped crawling in there without him months ago.