The winter brought its usual mix of obligations, festive cheer and chapped lips and again Lena found herself in a public house. Perhaps she ought to start worrying? At least this one was in cheery, old Hogsmeade, rather than dark, dangerous London - or London, as her mother would have it, with all the horrors implied - so Lena didn’t feel too on her guard as she sipped a gillywater.

The gust of cold wind blasting in through the haphazardly closed door she did feel, however, and as the landlady’s perfectly reasonable request had been ignored by determined revellers Lena flicked her wand at it and sent it flying shut. The panes rattled ominously and for a moment she thought one would fall out - perhaps she has been a bit careless with her wand work? Or perhaps it was the wind?

“How old is this building again?” She asked, watching the window frame for a moment more before turning her eyes back to the far more attractive figure of the landlady.

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