Even in her office it was more of the same. New files and reports waited for her on top of her desk. None of them said anything about Dumbledore. If she hadn't been aware of her own crimes, she would've imagined that it was just another ordinary day. Maybe it was for everyone else. It was unsettling to sit around waiting to find out if she'd been uncovered as a traitor. How could spies do that for years? She would never understand. If the Resistance ever asked her again to become a spy, she would gladly and vehemently tell them to go fuck themselves. She had no desire to live a lie. Her two months back in Hogsmeade and then in the Ministry were difficult enough. Every moment that she passed she kept expecting someone to call her out for the fraud she was. It was no way to live.