She expected no less. The junior of his title was hardly ideal, but Tatiana had little doubt that, when Minister Ross' reign inevitably crumbled, it would evolve into senior with haste—unless Mr. Macmillan made the right connections in the interim, in which case he would most certainly be the next Minister of Magic himself.

(It was her. She was the right connection.)

"As busy as I can muster. Given how cold and isolating the winter can sometimes find itself, I have always considered it the best time of year to better one's mind," Tatiana answered.