Arithmancy Vector

Lil’ lad over there ‘ad a go with it, I think. 

Do you know his name? That jacket is very important to me. [Septima scowled at the thought of some random student having the jacket Cato had bought her. She still had a few good years left of fitting in it and she wasn't going to let it go just yet.] What house is that again? I may have to hunt him down. [Septima frowned suddenly and turned to the girl.] New? As in a student? No, I graduated last year. I'm a new teacher .... sort of ... I assist Professor Quartiles, the Arithmancy teacher.

-Dolohov sent his spare hand to his lips, index finger brushing against them, hushing the witch. His wand arm remained by his side. He had not satisfied himself with decent persecution for a long time now. Inadequate planning had lead him to finish his prey under strenuous circumstances.   Sighing, Antonin concluded that he wouldn’t be able to torture her now, in the middle of Hogsmeade, like this. Killing her would be far easier. But that wasn’t his style. With aurors already tracking him he couldn’t risk such distraction. Besides, she’s too easy of a target. Now merely footsteps before the blonde, he halted his stride.- Yes. No. No you do not know me. I merely wish to advise you that uh…

[Septima blinked in surprise as he shushed her lightly. His stiff manner was really creeping her out. Tugging her hair a little harder she tightened her grip on her wand as he neared her. She began to go through the list of spells she knew wondering which one she would need. She was even more confused when he claimed they didn't know one another.] I'm not all that delicate. [She was careful with her reply and couldn't stop the blush that appeared on her cheeks as he winked at her. Her fingers were now knotted in her short hair and she took a step back to get some breathing room.] Firewhiskey? W-well there's the Three Broomsticks ... or Hog's Head. [She tilted her head lightly taking in his seemingly nervous actions. She blinked in surprise at his abrupt good bye and departure. She slowly let go of her wand so she could free her fingers from her hair.] What ... the bloody hell just happened?