And last, but most certainly not least, there was Andromeda Black. To those more learned she was known as Andromeda of Archios, the foremost student of a foremost scholar on the Healing Arts and all that caused their need. Not very much was known beyond that, other than the fact that when she had been young she had married herself low and then moved abroad to study until the whispers of danger had begun to filter through her door. She had returned full-grown with a child in tow and an older gentleman at her hip; within a week of her return Andromeda has set up an Apothecary specializing in service to St. Mungo’s and flooding the storied halls with advice and rare imports to heal the wounded brought back to rest within its walls. A slithering rumour had abounded after long enough, whispered on the backs of midnight wonderings- Andromeda had potent venom and was willing to strike wherever it was needed, and while no one at all had ever been able to pin her with the blame it was still clear as day that her detractors had all suffered from the most painful of ends meted out by poisons and tinctures most clearly not from Britain.