She sighed as the taps ran hot water over her unsatisfied skin. This had been her third attempt to enter the world of dating as her career at the Ministry had been the main focus of all her attention since her delayed graduation from Hogwarts. Now, five years later, at twenty-five, she was a mid-level Ministry official in the Department of Magical Artefacts, quite the accomplishment for someone of her age and background. Her unprecedented slew of N.E.W.T.s was a key factor but her fame after the Battle for Hogwarts had undoubtedly played a role. That, and the pureblood officials most likely to block her promotions on racist grounds were disproportionately represented among the incarcerated. She couldn’t help but smirk at that.