Febs was exhausted, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Sleep was elusive and she couldn't tell anyone why, so she was a little extra miserable. She was snappy and cranky and everybody was generally avoiding her. It was obvious her mother was some kind of worried and Febby was just hoping everybody was chalking this up to her apparently late "rebellion".

Thank Merlin for Lena.

Her friend and roommate from school was thankfully actually in Hogsmeade with February where nobody else was. Of course, being an Unspeakable, Lena had a pass to get to and from the ministry for work-related matters and February was insanely jealous. The regret over not finding an occupation right out of school was hitting her harder and harder these days. At least Lena was willing to come and visit and keep her some kind of sane. Or a least be content to deal with Febby's horrific mood.

With dinner over and some time to themselves before Lena had to go, they found themselves in Febby's room, lounging and talking about nothing particular. "And just how is the Department of Mysteries treating you these days? Any leads on this fog?" It was a mystery alright, certainly they'd been looking into it? Febs asked from her perch on her bed, legs tucked beneath her and one hand absentmindedly running her fingertips over the handkerchief beneath her pillow nearby.