Lights bounced out of the lift and into the MLE reception feeling like she was on top of the world. This was a good day! The summer sun was shining, the nest of birds outside her apartment had been cheeping, her six-year-old twins had been nothing but little angels recently (Lights suspected it was because of the toy broomstick they had seen in Diagon Alley) ... everything seemed great today.

As she entered the reception, Lights' eyes fell on a woman she didn't recognise. "Hello," she said brightly. "Can I help you?"