This was what made her grow sloppy in her horrible job months before she actually attacked her husband and ran. Every day that she would step into the Ministry of Magic, she would become sick to her stomach with the anxiety of what she was always being required to do. It was difficult to imagine that there was a time when she actually enjoyed her work, when she actually believed in what she was doing. She was a valuable part of ensuring that their Dark Lord's utopia was created and maintained. Everyone always wanted to focus on the positive aspects of the world he designed. No one ever wanted to discuss the blood that was required, the hands that must get dirty, to ensure the dream.