Daesyn was visiting Hogsmead catching with old friends from Hogwarts, she had been in South America on a Gringotts escapade that had proved quite fruitful so was taking a week or so to herself to just mingle with society. She needed to find a husband at some point and as handsome as Prince Nochxochitl was, the nine hundred years since his death had been an insurmountable barrier to development of their relationship. Also his ghost was likely fuming when he realised she had snuck out with his golden burial mask.

As she wandered down the High Street her mind wandered, she hadnt planned much, that had been the point, but was now regretting the lack of direction in her day. As she walked she played with the dark green tunic that she wore over pleasant dark linen trousers. Ahead, movement caught her eye as a woman she recognised left a shop looking rather flustered. She was the year blow Daesyn in school but the girl remembered her from classes.

"It's Miss Farley, isn't it? How are you my dear? Is everything OK?" she asked her, stopping the pretty curly haired woman and eyeing her with a little concern. She stopped and encouraged the other woman to stop to chat too.