It felt like Persephone hadn't been to the Ministry of Magic for ages. She'd had her own special assignment with her fellow Americans, and hadn't been back to England since. She stepped up to the clipboard and scribbled her name. She'd been undercover so long, it felt strange openly stating her occupation. It was equally odd seeing it written out on a name tag. She chuckled and placed it on her lapel.

Wand-weighing was standard operating procedure at most magical institutions in the United States, so she didn't have any qualms parting ways with her wand. At 8 1/2 inches, it was fairly short, but the ash wand with a dragon heartstring core served her well over the years. She wished she could use it now to shorten the line and actually enter the party.