On his way through the atrium, he spotted a young witch giving out leaflets beneath a banner advertising a charity event raising galleons for St Mungos. He looked at her once, and then couldn’t help himself but to look again - she was beautiful. With skin so pale she practically glowed, and dark thick hair, she looked as if she had stepped out of a fairy-tale. His eyes lingered for a moment on the delicate structure of the wrist she held aloft, a pamphlet gripped between her long fingers and offered out to passing wizards. His eyes caught her dark pair, and he looked away quickly. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was the younger Greengrass sister.