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The past two days have been a blur. Nymphadora feels like she's hardly slept, hardly seen her family, hardly even eaten more than a few bites at a time. So when Bernard had somewhat firmly suggested that they eat lunch together in the park, she quietly agreed.

Anything normal would be good. As would, she thinks vaguely, getting out of the Ministry for a bit. It's like a perpetual wake.

So many lost.

The witch shucks off her work robe, leaving it in her cubicle -- it wouldn't do to frighten the Muggles, after all -- and grabs her lunch sack before heading out to the atrium to meet Bernard.