scream until it took notice of her, and maybe make a few changes before the anger ran out and guilt began to pour in. Ten years, though, was much too long. Any hope of such a thing happening had long since died and even been buried. Yes, she'd been here ten years. When she'd gone back and properly graduated from Hogwarts the year after the war and come to an end, she'd thought that the world would certainly be a better place. She'd easily been swept up as a member of the new Committee of Reform, which essentially was responsible for helping Wizarding Britain adjust to the changes they were clearly experiencing. She'd been hired as a poster child, but she'd had no idea back then. The whole bloody committee was a sham, something she'd figured out a year into her work. The reforms they proposed were meaningless, the reforms they actually went through with were not worth mentioning, and she didn't really have a job there. It was all a waste of time. So, she'd moved on, hoping to find another cause to dedicate herself to. In her ten years at the Ministry of Magic, she'd worked in: the Committee of Reform, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and all of its sub offices, the offices of the Improper Use of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, The Department of Magical Transportation, the Committee of Experimental Charms, and now she was stuck in the Department for the