To August, the plant had smelled like Scots pine — evocative of Lyra. He missed her, and so much of Hogsmeade reminded him of her — but he could not long for her forever, and Lysander needed a maternal figure.

"It is new to me as well," August said, with a slight smile. "Very lovely. And — I must admit that I do not know your name." She had the look of being from a good family, with her amethyst earrings, but August was not sure who she was from a good family.