Once she finished the ritual of washing up and smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, she made her way back out to the hall. It was eerily quiet, the normal hustle and bustle of the Ministry nonexistent over the weekend, as any visitors were only there only to attend the ceremony, and already been seated. She’d never mention it to Remus, but being inside the Ministry didn't sit well with her, and hadn't ever since they went after Sirius in the Department of Mysteries. The memory of that day was a frequent subject of Remus’ nightmares, and the large purple scar along her torso twinged with every step she took.