"About time they finished the renovations," she said tiredly walking into her office and leaving the door ajar for others to come in behind her. Walking straight towards her desk, she grazed a few appliances with her finger and settled herself behind her desk, rummaging through her drawers and making sure all was she she requested. "Perfect."

Coming from the Department of Magical Education corridor, an oak ligneous door is propped halfway open with a silver plaque coruscating the title 'Gretta J. Amerie' in an navy blue color. After entering the threshold, the space is shaped in an oval like circle gathering illumination from a rectangular window which bends with the back half of the perimeter, allowing visitors to see perfectly past her desk and towards the busy streets of London.

The office walls are paneled with oak bookshelves which are foaming with literature ranging from instructional methods of teaching to spell books and classified folders containing OWL and NEWT information.

In the middle, two navy blue arm chairs along with a coffee table between them stand perfectly angled to face the office desk. Two silver coasters, lay on the coffee table along with a small lamp that add a bit more light to the space.

Gretta's desk is made of oak wood, holding a few picture frames of her family, friends and her owl, which is perched right behind her desk on his stand. The desk has no sign of paperwork. It is spotless and organized besides a floating note pad and pen which is ready to write anything and everything on command.

On the back of her door is a painted portrait of Minerva McGonagall. Though it doesn't move, she believes it to be a priceless representation of who she is and what she believes in.

Seated behind her desk, she turns her chair and glances out her marvelous window taking sips of Romanian coffee and waiting patiently for any of her employee's to wonder aimlessly in.