The run-up to Christmas was certainly not the time to be contemplating a departmental re-jig, especially not so soon after her own promotion and when the rest of the Ministry still hadn't quite settled from the events of the summer, but Morwenna would be a liar if she claimed not to have considered it in the slightest. On the one hand Nora was a valued and trusted employee and was perfectly capable of taking on any job in the department in Morwenna's opinion, but she was also too young and too, well, female to be promoted to anything without it raising some eyebrows. Mr Podmore on the other hand...

She had never trusted handsome men. Wealthy, handsome men even less so and each and every time he gave her one of his ever-so-charming smiles she had the sensation that he was up to something. The feeling was only intensified when he whistled his way merrily into her office and placed a bound parcel on her desk.

Eyebrow raised she glanced up from the documents she had been looking over.

"And what do we have here?" She drawled.

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat