Over the last few days, Truman had constantly caught the sharp, acidic scent of lemons as colleagues at the Ministry discussed the division of the safehouses.
Ever since senior Ministry officials moved en masse into Safehouse Number One, a massive debate had erupted across the entire wizarding world, with many of those who missed out on housing voicing loud complaints. They argued that the safehouses should be reserved for employees most vulnerable to being targeted by You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters, rather than the upper echelons of the Ministry.
Naturally, plenty of staff were also eagerly discussing when Safehouse Number Two would be completed.
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