Astoria was dressed in her favorite sweats and a tee shirt. The house was always cool and drafty to her. It reminded Astoria of Durmstrang and the dungeons at Hogwarts, however, so she did not mind it. She needed to speak to Marcus before the Auror arrived. She had dreamed her and knew she was coming. It should have been little Natalie, but the young woman had been hurt a few months ago. She was not back at work. Astoria could sympathize. She had not been back yet either. "Marcus? I need to speak... read more
