She took advantage of having nothing else to do to sit at the kitchen table and write. Details bled onto the parchment. Some she'd even forgotten in her humiliation. Like the time she was walking alone down the corridor outside of the Department of Mysteries at least five years earlier. Disoriented in the semi-darkness that always permeated that eerie corridor, she remembered calling out for Luna and Neville and all of the others that were there during the battle that ensued after Harry retrieved the prophecy. She wasn't entirely sure how long she was down there before the Muggle-born Head of the Magical Maintenance department she always respected found her. He waved it off as her working too hard and needing some more sleep to her relief. She still wasn't sure what happened to the wizard. Maybe he was caught up in one of the countless purges that affected the Ministry over the years.