She had sat down. She had sat down. That did not seem to be the action of a person who had made a mortifying mistake. Dumbstruck and dumbfounded, Evander sat back down in his own chair and compulsively straightened the parchment in front of him.

He peered at her again, aware that he was staring. She seemed relaxed; no, she seemed cheery. A new part of the picture registered in his brain, and he said it aloud, stupidly, “...You’re wearing Ministry robes.”

She was wearing Ministry robes. And she was in his meeting room.

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