Look who we ran into...
It was a not entirely welcome surprise to find that Sybill had managed to find out where Minerva was going (her habit of rummaging in rubbish bins rather than any clairvoyance, I suspect) and follow her in order to offer 'support'.
Here she is, consulting the 'inner eye'. I'm quite glad I managed to ensure she succumbed to the misdirection charm I put on her, so she never actually bumped into dear Minerva, who would have been livid at all the slightly slurred prophecies of disaster, I'm sure. Judging by the aroma, I think Sybill discovered the delights of Bourbon in America.
And here she is, enjoying a quite overwhelming degree of popularity with the Muggle attendees at the conference. I'm not entirely sure they took her seriously, though.
Here she is, consulting the 'inner eye'. I'm quite glad I managed to ensure she succumbed to the misdirection charm I put on her, so she never actually bumped into dear Minerva, who would have been livid at all the slightly slurred prophecies of disaster, I'm sure. Judging by the aroma, I think Sybill discovered the delights of Bourbon in America.
And here she is, enjoying a quite overwhelming degree of popularity with the Muggle attendees at the conference. I'm not entirely sure they took her seriously, though.