Grayson!
Fuming in the lift to get out of this damned place, Fiona's mind kept replaying the infuriating meeting she'd just had with the official behind the M.A.G.I.C. information desk. She wasn't allowed to ask questions until their meeting, here's a brochure with the documents you need to bring to the meeting, see you at the meeting---don't bring your muggle husband.

Fiona's arms were tightly crossed as she pushed into the corner of the lift, ignoring the ministry workers coming on and off without a second look toward her. It was so strange--yesterday she was having a conversation with Isobel about how she didn't feel any different, being a pureblood, from a muggleborn, even a muggle. It just never came into her mind that there was something better about it, that it was a privilege and honor to not have any muggles in your family, but today. Today she found herself feeling insulted that they were questioning her blood status, and that made her sick.

She needed to fix this. Brianna's internship was at stake, and if she couldn't find the right documents, her sister might lose everything she worked so hard for and--Fiona let out a shuddering breath, angry at everything going on right now, especially the tears in her eyes. Brilliant.