Hermione Weasley sat her desk, in her office. The door was left wide open since at times it got a bit stuffy in there. Everything was neat, and had it's place. Everything except a large stack of papers sitting on her desk. For the past month Hermione had endlessly been working on getting werewolves ridden of their certain "danger" status held upon them. They really didn't pose any danger, in her mind even if once a month they had their transformation. Mione wanted to suggest a special facility or place they could to at that time of the month, and pose less of a threat to the general public.

This idea of hers, led to a mountain of paperwork that she had to do. Hermione could have easily passed it on to someone else but, that wasn't Hermione. She did all her own work, even if she had an assistant or not. In fact, she was the last person to be in her department. Hermione was always the last person to leave at the end of day and the first to arrive.

The work ethic of Hermione hasn't changed at all since her Hogwarts days. Now, with her children attending Hogwarts, she spent less time at home. This was leading to problems with her husband, Ron. Lately, they barely had time for each other and Hermione felt guilty for not making time for him. It half his fault as well, they both had been working hard - Hermione just worked longer hours. She wasn't complaining at all about her work but, she felt guilty.

However, Hermione had to set that aside now. Paperwork doesn't exactly fill out itself. Hermione settled down in her chair behind her desk. A large, steaming, cup of hot coffee sat in front of her. With a quill and plenty of ink set, Hermione sighed picking up the first piece of paper off the top of the tall pile. This was going to take her probably all night to complete.

Hermione had been working for a couple hours. She had gone through many, many cups of coffee and two voiles of ink. Luckily, she set a charm on her ink well to refill itself - one less thing she had to worry about. Hermione set down her quill for a few moments, to rest her hand. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. It was quiet in her office, the only noise to be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall. There was a sudden small noise, like a scuff of a shoe on the floor outside. She opened her eyes and looked up to see the shadow of someone outside her office door.