78. Fireworks
Acting Head Auror?
The words echoed in her head, over and over and over again.
Head Auror.
It sounded good. Too good. Too soon? It had been a goal she hoped to achieve at the age of forty, not twenty four. At any rate, her insides were buzzing, it was electric and explosive. Almost as if she'd swallowed one of Filibuster's Wet-Start fireworks.
This was epic.
She was epic.
When she walked into the office that morning, it had been the last thing on her mind, even with the Prophet's speculations, she'd never taken it seriously. Hence her inner-excitement now.