After the holiday season and her tea, Thomasina would have very happily avoided any public events for the rest of the month, but that was not really an option for her anymore. This event, though, was an exception. She had gone to Ozymandias' office before the ceremony began, to make sure all of her talking points were fully approved.

Thomasina went down to the atrium slightly early, managed to maintain a lightly pleasant expression as the Daily Prophet took various photos, and signed her name with the absurdly large quill. (It made her signature wobblier than usual — normal quills weren't like this.)

She exhaled with some relief when it was done, and was ready to leave, but found herself asked questions.

"Oh," Sina said, blinking owlishly at the person who'd asked her. "I suppose I feel — honored? Registering was very easy, with my work paperwork. I'm glad to do it."