Hermione sighed as yet another statement refused to be digitalised. She hated the ones that needed the tape recorder, they were always more real somehow. When she read them, it was almost like someone was watching over her shoulder, breathing down her neck. It wasn't a pleasant situation and sometimes she really wished she hadn't accepted the role of Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute. Sure, the pay was better, but the creep factor outweighed the slight increase of her wages.
At least she'd gotten to pick her own team—though that could be attributed to the fact that Pince's assistants had all vanished during the previous Head Archivist's time and she'd never replaced them. And Hermione knew that bringing in her husbands and her friends looked a lot like favouritism but she didn't care, they were some of the brightest minds in the Institute and she knew they would always have her back if she needed them.
Luna was truly a godsend, Hermione reflected as she finished recording the latest statement about Hill Top Road and its spooky happenings to find Luna already entering the office with a fresh cup of tea. She must have seen Hermione bring out the tape recorder and prepared for the aftermath.
"Viktor's in Artifact Storage, Cedric's rooting through the stacks looking for Statement 0100304, but I'm sure they'll be here soon."
Hermione nodded at the information and curled her fingers around the warm cup of tea. "Thanks, Luna. Where's Harry?"
"Following up on a Prentiss statement," Luna said. "He texted me a few minutes ago that he'd managed to get into the building and that he was thinking of making burritos for dinner."
"Who would've thought this job required so many fieldtrips," Hermione mused. "Nevermind organising. I thought Pince was one of the most organised people out there and to see what the Archives are actually like?"
Luna hummed. "It's all over the place, yes, but it doesn't feel disorganised. Just like we don't know her system."
Hermione huffed. "Well she went off and vanished, possibly died, and now I'm stuck figuring out that system while I try and make my own that actually makes sense to more than one person."
"Which is why you have assistants," Cedric said from the doorway. "Statement 0100304, for your perusal, my liege." He handed over a folder and pressed a kiss to Hermione's head. "You okay?"
"Better now," Hermione admitted. "This is why I have assistants."