"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she chanted to herself when she returned to her office. Nothing, not a single result from her spell for three weeks, even on her visit to Diagon Alley, aside from an almost perfect match in Severus Snape. That couldn’t be right. It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t possibly be even a partial match, let alone a near exact one. Flustered, she pulled out her personal notebook with trembling hands and reviewed her equations. 