Hermione walked into the ministry with a grimace on her face. She could remember how busy it used to be a few years ago but even now, a year after the war, it still felt empty. The fountain in the middle of the atrium ran but there was no statue yet. It was on the agenda to eventually commission a new one to be made but it seemed that a lot of the art of well the arts had been lost. Voldemort certainly hadn’t discriminated in who he wanted to kill aside from blood status. Bloody hypocrite that he was.
Walking past the statue a missive flew past her head almost getting caught in her hair as she entered an Elevator. Another day in the ministry, another day of trying to make things work with what they had. Nothing was glamorous and she almost preferred it that way, it allowed people to see how truly awful some of the previous practices were. She nodded her head as she squeezed into the elevator as quickly as possible.