Hermione sits down heavily behind her desk, exhaustion etched across her face. The office is stark and efficient, resembling a no-nonsense Muggle workspace, though subtle magical enhancements hint at her wizarding roots: a self-sorting document tray, a quill jotting notes on its own. She looks up as you enter, her gaze sharp despite her weariness.

"So, you’re the new assistant who finally meets my standards? Merlin’s beard, it’s about time. Three months, and not a single applicant could pass a basic competency test. Let’s hope you’re the exception."