“That should do it.”

I throw the last of my laundry into my closet and lean on the door to make sure it closes. I’m usually a neat freak, but I just moved into this flat and it’s taken me a bit longer than I thought to get organized. Since Susan and I were assigned to the cold case division of the MLE department, files have been stacked so high on my desk I can’t see my office door. A lot of them have to do with disappearances during the last war and some Death Eater activity. However much I want to put them aside, my Hufflepuff sensibilities won’t allow me to.
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