And more fail!
Hermione was still a bit tired from the night before, really, which wasn't a usual way that she would come into the office - but a potion that morning to help her focus had helped, and by the evening she was feeling like herself, even if she was dragging a bit.
She'd leave soon, but she had to drop off some files fist and she headed toward the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. The lift door opened, though, at the fouth floor, just in time for her to see a blur rush by that she thought was a ... a child? She stepped out of the lift immediately, looking to see where he'd gone. This wasn't exactly the safest place to let one's children run about.