"Not long now," Maeve murmured to herself, but audibly, as she stretched.

It was now the end of the road for the fog explorers, who had been brought in to the Ministry for a debriefing on what had transpired. Still too energized to sit but at the same time yearning for a nice, hot bath, Maeve's small frame stood near the chairs that had been set out for their use. A bath and a sleeping draught, the redhead thought, and she'd be right as rain.

"What'll you do, after this?" she inquired lightly of one of her (former) companions. The fact that a whole month had passed was still baffling to the auror, who felt as though it had been only a couple of days—though she would not mourn the loss of her company. Some had been useful, but some had almost gotten them killed on more than one occasion.

Open to a member of Group E!