Ophelia had moved from her conversation with Mrs. Lestrange to a series of shorter engagements and was considering taking another turn at cards when November approached her.

"Urgently? My goodness," Ophelia said, reaching to take Nova's hand and pulling her towards the nearest place they could both be seated. This degree of straightforwardness was certainly uncharacteristic of her friend, and it had Ophelia mildly concerned. "Whatever is the matter, Nova? Was it something the diviner said?"