"I told them I have no need for a set of eyes," Ominis sighs heavily, twirling his wand. Even his tells haven't changed. "They insist it's the extra hands I need."

Hogwarts feels like a lifetime ago, as does your time with Ominis. Your stolen kisses by the lake, your dance at the Yule ball. How you'd drifted after the events with Sebastian in the scriptorium.

Now you're stood in Ominis's office at the Ministry, as his newly appointed secretary. You can't decide if fate is cruel or forgiving.