Her and Nat were getting better - or at least that was what Annabeth thought, so that was what counted. She didn't know if they would ever be as close as they once were, but as long as they were not as distant as they once were as well, Annabeth figure she would take it, even if she missed those days in the past. Still, even if she missed them, she wasn't sure she could ever relate enough to her sister to be that close. There was a large part of each other lives that they would both just never understood. Annabeth at least got to live in the magical world by proximity, and even that wouldn't last forever. If she couldn't find her own husband, well her clock was ticking till she was too old anymore for most and her mother would pull her back to the muggle world before that happened.

She'd just turned twenty-five, she couldn't imagine mother and father giving her much more time. And once that happened, she'd be pulled out of the magical world forever, always tempted by the idea of what could have been more than she already was. Maybe one day she'd be at peace with that. With herself and the ability to just be normal. To not be able to magick her quill from across the room or turn a mouse into a pincushion. She'd like to reach that point. To be comfortable in her own skin without wishing she was something else, but right now, she was still a long way away from being that.

Percy's voice drew her out of her own internal musings and she gave a small shake of her head as if to throw the thoughts from her mind. "We have to do something other than balls, or else all that dancing would bore us to death. It is part of the code. If we don't stress our big brothers out, we have failed our jobs."

And ohh... names. She hadn't even thought of that. First, she'd been to caught up in the fear of the not-cat, and then too excited by the new glimpse of the magic world that asking for the man's name or offering her own... "Oh dear, I am sorry. I'm afraid it slipped my mind as well. We are both at fault here, so I believe no apology is due! And no, I'm not just saying that to spare myself the task," the muggle chirped, happy to be lead around, so caught up in the conversation that she nearly forgot to be looking for the man from the ten. "It is a pleasure to put a name to the face, Mr. Adlard. I am Miss Annabeth Jennings and you already know where I work! Though you have me curious, what exactly do you in the Ministry. I can't imagine you are always chasing illegal sales to muggles."