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The Job in the Auror's Office
The hall that stretched out before them was a sea of plain beige—as depressing as a state hospital. The occupants, however, were an eclectic mix of pointed hats, strange birds perched on shoulders, archaic robes, and the familiar wicked prickle of magic along her senses.
Severus hurried her through the bustle of working witches and wizards to an unassuming doorway with a bronze placard emblazoned with the words: Auror Potter.
One terse knock and without waiting for an answer Severus shouldered in, urging Elaine on before him.
"Well Potter? Where is this work you have for me?" He snarled.
Beige, #43