Persephone stepped back into the Ministry for the first time in months. It was cleaner than she recalled, or perhaps she only remembered the dingy office space on her level. Perhaps the Atrium was always pristine and sparkling. She gently stroked her wand; that was the purpose for this visit. New procedures and her wand needed to be registered. It was silly, really, since she was previously employed, but she learned long ago not to question bureaucracy.