Mondays were always the hardest days in Hermione's department. Though she and her co-workers always had everything from the previous week finished by Friday afternoon, there was always something that sprung up over the weekend. This Monday was no exception. On Saturday in southern Plymouth, a muggle discovered one of several pixie greenhouses in the area. Though there had been wards around the location, they didn't stop the man from seeing it. Obliviators were called out after he had spread the word and her department was looking into either moving the greenhouses to a more secure location or increasing the wards. Hermione argued that the latter would be a lot easier, but not everyone was in agreement yet.
So, for most of the morning, she had been filling out paperwork that could have went to someone else, but she had insisted she, herself, did it. After all, it needed to be done right the first time.
Unaware that it was already lunch, Hermione was surprised when she heard two very familiar voices approaching her desk. "What are you two doing here?" she asked, though pleasantly surprised to see them as always.