Cabot and Associates- Tuesday

[smartestone]

It probably shouldn't shock anyone that Hermione was feeling a little down after the weekend. She missed Ron and Harry already, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't part of her that wondered if it might be about time to go home. But she meant what she'd told Harry. She was actually learning things from her job, things that she thought

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[old_and_busted]

And then there was a man in a black suit and sunglasses appearing in the office. Under one arm was a package and in his other hand was a keyboard.

"Miss Herminny Granger?" he asked.

Yes, he probably butchered the name on purpose.

[smartestone]

"Hermione," she corrected automatically. "Can I help you?"

[old_and_busted]

"United States Postal Inspection Service," K said flashing Hermione some ID. "Division Six. May I see some ID please?"

[smartestone]

"Of course," she said, reaching into her drawer to get her ID out to show him. It was from another country, and from 1999, but it was valid there. "I wasn't expecting anything."

[charming_thief]

Hey, look, someone leaning in the doorway with a fedora dipping down to cover his eyes.

Neal thought he was cool.

"Hey."

[smartestone]

She had to roll her eyes a little at that entrance, but said, "Hello. In need of legal help?"

[charming_thief]

"Nope."

Neal stepped the rest of the way inside, revealing two cups of coffee, one of which he placed on her desk. "For being interrogated," he explained.

Yes, because talking to Peter was SO HARD.

[smartestone]

"Thank you," she said, eying the cup. "Though I wouldn't call it an interrogation. Your... friend was fine."