Neither of them had seen the other since the day she stumbled into the same Muggle cafe he was eating in. She couldn't help but think that fate was a funny thing. As much as she always scoffed and turned her nose up at the very idea of Divination and intuition, she wondered sometimes if there wasn't something to it all. Just because she was more comfortable with kinds of magic that could be studied and learned out of a book didn't mean there didn't exist variations that required instinct. Maybe she was meant to run into Thorfinn that day and the fates intervened. Snorting softly, she rolled her eyes. Maybe there was some truth to her being crazy.