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Aslan had a knack.
Some might call it luck, or intuition, or even fate's guiding hand, but she had grown past all those labels, had seen past them all to attain a single truth. things happened as they were meant to happen. This stone alcove had caught her attention before, almost calling to the young woman as she'd floated- thoughtful and quiet- through the Ministries lower levels. There was an ebb and flow here, a push and pull. It frightened her, attracted her. Aslan had slipped away from the Death Chamber, meaning to come here alone and inspect the very runes her former professor seemed so engrossed in.
She was watching, you see. Quietly, from a corner where she believed neither Airey nor the other man - she had seen him before but did not recall his name - would be able to detect her. Her large dark eyes was hazy, dreamy as if the young woman was lost in thought, but she was focused.
__________________ the moon:  feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence
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