"Historical, Egyptian, and cats," Helga echoed, doing little to obscure her smile. "Ancient Egyptians worshiped cats, did they not? Perhaps some sort of small statue might do - one that could fit in the hand." She'd decided that when Nora caught Mr. Lestrange's eye - be it with a book or a trinket (or, if she was lucky, her own personality!) - Helga would wander off to make her escape.
— set by MJ! <3 —