Ivy was vexed with her.

This was not a completely novel occurance, but it was rare enough that it rankled—though not as much as it might have. No, at this point, it was simply another straw upon the camel's back, but that camel was presently carrying an elephant, too. Persy knew she had to lessen some of this burden, or it would destroy her. Possibly literally.

She didn't move to embrace her friend as some young ladies might. Even if things between them weren't strained at present, they simply weren't that sort of women. Instead, Persy drew out her wand by way of greeting, placing a muffling charm upon the parlour door—which she had already locked upon her own entry. There would be no interruptions, and her words would be for Ivy only.

A heavy sigh, and then she spoke.

"I danced with Murdock Greyback at the Hogwarts ball," Persephone said carefully, a trivial fact in which each word was given weight, "but before that—the instant before that—it was April."

The laws of science and magic both did not account for this as anything remotely reasonable.