A brief quiet filled the room, before it was again rudely interrupted by the brunette woman, who was leaning on the receptionist's desk. At her short height, 5"4, she was not at all intimidating, but nonetheless she tried her hardest to be so.

"I demand to speak to someone. Right now." The brunette spoke, threat lacing her voice.

The receptionist sighed tiredly. People were constantly coming to the building to complain about Chocolate Frogs or Chocolate Frog Cards - and this woman was no different. There were some who had complained on things like how their chocolate frogs were 'too jumpy'.

"Someone will be with you shortly."

"No. I need someone here now!" Her voice had risen in volume but her level of intimidation did not change at all, in the slightest.

Contemplating calling security, the harassed receptionist gave in.

"Fine, what did you say your name was?"

"Hermione-"

The receptionist's eyes widened.

"Granger?" She asked. Everyone knew the famous war hero.

The brunette sighed tiredly, her earlier demeanour vanishing, and shook her bushy hair out of her face. She nodded imperceptibly.

"See this is exactly why I would like to file a complaint. My name on the chocolate frog card still says Granger rather than my married name. My husband is quite exasperated. He likes to claim his territory." She said.

"Sexist pig." She mumbled under her breath.

"Of course, madam." The receptionist said, finally co-operating. "What should I change it to?"

The door behind Hermione opened and in entered a blonde man, one just as recognisable as Hermione.

"Malfoy." He said, grinning at his wife.

The receptionist nearly fainted - her eyes darting to their hands - and their matching platinum wedding bands.

Well, what an interesting day.