Ayn slipped on a pair of ballet flats and headed towards the bedroom to pull the bed together. G jumped off the kitchen counter and followed Ayn, leaving coffee colored footprints on the floor of the small flat. Draco had saved a small fortune to buy a bigger flat for when Ayn had a baby. They had talked about moving to the suburbs so the baby would have a backyard to play in. Obviously they had not moved. There was no point really.
"I'm sorry G. I have to go to work soon." G pushed a toy mouse towards Ayn's hand with his mushed face. She stared out the bedroom window towards The Ministry of Defense. The rain had stopped, for the time being. A final buzz was emitted from the screen in the kitchen. Time for Ayn to leave for work. She stroked G's bushy tail as she wrapped a gray angora scarf around her neck and threw on a hunter green winter coat. She anticipated working in the Muggle quarter later in the day. Ayn would have to blend in.
Ayn briefly glanced around the tiny apartment and gathered her things for work. She scratched G's head and Apparated to The Ministry of Defense.
Ayn strolled into her department with a pile of letters in her hand. She had picked up a few memos from an intern handing them out.
"Good morning Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Rockford asked me to let you know that your assignment is on your desk. He won't be back from Whales for a few more hours. If there is anything I can help you with before you leave just let me know." Cymbeline Rockford's secretary smiled at Ayn. The young girl knew perfectly well that she wanted to be called Ayn. She had given up reminding the girl years before.
"Thank you. I'll be leaving soon." The girl returned to writing a note as Ayn walked away. She flicked her wrist with wand in hand and the ceiling light sprung on. A number of gadgets sprang to life and a miniature set of tea cups began to pour tea all over Ayn's papers. The back wall of her small office was covered in posters of wanted witches and wizards and old reports that could possibly be connected to the felons.
As she had expected, Ayn was assigned to find out the identities of a group of young men who had attacked a Deatheater the day before. The parchment on her desk was written in Cymbeline's handwriting. It appeared to be at least. He had probably ordered his secretary to write it with a charmed quill. Her assignment was possibly dangerous and Ayn should have been accompanied by Cymbeline but he was too busy chasing a few drugged up Muggles around Whales.
Ayn sifted through a pile of papers on her desk and pulled a few permits out from a talking self-filing cabinet. Ayn turned the lights out with her wand and the whirring and clinking of the magical miniatures ended. With her nose buried in the assignment report, Ayn shouted back to the secretary. "I'll be back in time to file a final report." Ayn continued to read as she followed a flow of people towards the building's elevator. She was shoved to the back of crowd and squished between a pair of sweaty overweight patrolmen. Ayn began to regret wearing so many layers.
"Good morning Ayn!" She glanced up from the report and looked around for whoever had greeted her. Dacre Archer smiled down at Ayn. His crooked teeth looked out of place in his otherwise handsome face. She had always suspected that he was jealous of Draco. It had become even more evident when he had practically ruined Ayn and Draco's ploy to end his career as a Deatheater.
"Good morning." Dacre peaked over at the report Ayn was holding. He grinned at her as she tucked the parchment into her bag.
"Anything interesting?" Ayn shook her head.
"Nope. Just standard Legilimency on a bunch of Muggles. Nothing special." The doors of the elevator swung open and Dacre pushed his way through the crowd. The buttons shaped like skulls lit up as the doors closed.
Dacre shouted back to Ayn as the elevator descended. "Let me know if anything interesting happens." Ayn nodded and turned back to her reading. After a few more stops, more shoving and a number of greetings, Ayn reached the entrance of the Ministry of Defense. The doormen checked her Department card marked B Censor Bureau /B , scanned her wand and opened the doors.
