            She walked briskly to the lift, relieved to find it empty. "Level Two, please," she said aloud, before bracing herself on the handrail. She’d made plans this morning to get dinner in Muggle London with Harry and Ron—some new pizza place she’d overheard two women in the Muggle Liaison Office talking about. The boys would still be in the Auror Office, of course—they tended to work later than even Hermione.