WHEN Friday, 22 November 1978; early afternoon WHERE: First Floor Grounds, Hogwarts WHO: Vivian Travers & Asher Avery
The realization struck Vivian Travers like lightning. Numbers never lied; even among the art of Arithmancy, there was a level of clarity that could be deciphered. Satisfaction filled the witch whole, and she found herself practically giddy with excitement. This was her opportunity to smooth out the folds in her relationship with Asher Avery, to return once again to their state of chilled alliances---all at the expense of silly, mousy Caroline Brown. Her lips painted ruby red curled upwards with a fiendish delight. Rosalind Nott’s words managed to ring true; Caroline kept a secret that soon, very soon, Vivian would thrust to the surface.
Vivian strutted through the Hogwarts grounds in search of one particular wizard and finally, minutes later, he came into view. Her heartbeat quickened and body felt practically jittery, but she kept her predictable icy exterior.
“A word, Asher.”
