It was winter in Scotland and flurries of snow twinkled like falling stars, slow as molasses, but just as powerful in their own way. Two figures sat in comfortable silence; one had a dusting of white powder that stood out against his wild, raven-black hai…
Ellinora Trelawney had been blessed by the prodigious gifts that ran through her bloodline, yet she was untouched by the desperately forced air of mysticism that had defined her mother. Self-assured and competent, she conducted her magic with a grace tha…