The weekend had been a blissful combination of light housework, indulgent cooking, glorious reading, and generally unplugging from the entire issue of the Wizengamot’s bullheadedness. It was thus with surprise that she read a memo from Stacy on her desk when she arrived, telling her that the Wizengamot had decided to revote on the law, and the results should be in within a few hours. Hermione’s eyes widened with shock - how had anything shifted? Surely there weren’t enough votes to make it pass – the few "no’ votes she had managed to sway would not come near tipping the bill over into passing. Resolving to not get her hopes up, she therefore threw herself into her work for the day and refused to think about it until another interdepartmental memo fluttered onto her desk.