They would be expecting her at work in a few hours. The Ministry of Magic. She was a pencil-pusher in the Care and Regulation of Magical Creatures Department, hardly privy to anything of importance and worse than invisible to her coworkers. In a world without Voldemort, discrimination based on gender and blood status was still more than rampant. The longer she stayed here, the more she felt that perhaps that explosion of change was what the world needed. The loss of life was tragic, yes, and to be avoided if possible, but...