With that, Barty called for Winky (the house-elf had taken to serving him since Crouch Sr.’s abrupt death a few months ago) and requested tea for everyone present. Ashley offered all the sweets she’d accumulated all afternoon and thought it best to share her story as well, just to pass the time productively. Both Barty and Rabastan were nothing less than intrigued with how drastic her life had changed. Despite everything she divulged, they seemed particularly entertained with the fact that she was a twenty-year-old Muggle woman from a modern alternate universe stuck in the body of a twelve-year-old girl with potent magic flowing through her veins. The then teenager had never, and could have never, seen it coming.