You hum to yourself as you make your way through the bustling halls of the Ministry of Magic, heading towards the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and to your girlfriend’s office. You work in the same Department, under her authority. You knew there were some who disapproved of your relationship, with the age gap and power dynamics and whatnot, and you were often looked down on by your coworkers as “Madam Bones’ pet,” but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You knock lightly, and wait until you hear her calm voice, then slip in. I got you lunch. You give her a faux stern look. Since I know you forgot today. She looks up and smiles wryly. My mistake. Work piled up…