Emma watched as the numbers flashed their way to the lobby. She was finally out of work, finally able to let her brain rest and to not look at another piece of paperwork for at least a few hours. She had been stuck writing notes and filling out sheets of parchment on a breach in an international magical contract. Her hand felt like it was in a permanent claw shape. The elevator dinged and the gates creaked up. Emma quickly moved past people, her heels clacking on the floors and she hurried away to apparate out of here. She wasn’t paying attention, her only thought was of home or maybe a bar, when she ran into someone. “Ow! Watch it!” she snapped.











