A Ravenclaw? Of course she was, Marlena thought with a small smile. Though a Gryffindor herself – and for the life of her she still wasn’t sure why, even though it had led her to Febby and Begonia and lifelong friendship and awkwardness respectively – she still definitely had a weakness for anybody who had a passion for knowledge.

“It continues to amaze each and every day,” Lena said vaguely as she sipped her drink. “But enough about work, mine at least, I can’t believe I’ve never seen you in here before. Do you come here often? Or is it just on particularly hard days?”

And, she added silently, when would be the best time find Winnie here?

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