The May Day festivities were a mere memory now but the young men she had met that day had made quite the impression and it was for them she had made her way first to London and then to the Augurey Beak Café. To say she was surprised was quite the understatement. Jude Wright had been like sunshine that day so to think that he spent time in this positively dreary place didn’t quite gel in Betsy’s mind.

But it didn’t deter her. It wasn’t as though there was anything to be frightened of after all and she was quite accustomed to looking after herself. And she wasn’t the only girl in the place either, which was reassuring and she watched the young woman for a long, slightly hypnotic moment before a voice called her over and, like a puppet on a string, she immediately obliged.

“Divination?” She frowned bemusedly as she realised what he had said to her. “I don’t know a thing. Isn’t it all just rubbish?”

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MJ is a beautiful wizard