Amidst all the temp staff (not you, mercifully) and summer students (not you any more, fucking blissfully) and worn down interns (alas, this is you now), Nathaniel actually looks the part. That is, magical. Uncanny. Auspicious. Her eyes shadowed and brows heavy, her fingers clever, a heavy silver ring twisted on her thumb. A goddamn wizard. The rest of you just look tired.
