"Yeah." She picked at the label of her beer with her thumb. "I'm having trouble following the Death Eaters with my Inner Eye because...well, bluntly? They're so damn evil, I feel like my skull is about to crack open when I get too close to them. It's part of the reason why it took me so long to sort out Saturday night." Lia fell quiet for a moment, looking at her bottle, but then she jerked her head back up. "I'm going to work on it, work on being able to get close enough to read their journals when I See them writing, but...it's a skill I need to work on." That, and she had to do this on her own time, after a full workday, but she wasn't going to point that out.
She realized that he would probably be impatient for her to get to it, so she added, "But I do have something from Saturday night. Two things. The first is more of a general...feeling, and it's showing up in my Tarot, and it's just a general sense of..." Doom? Foreboding? "...darkness for Muggleborns. It could be how much they hate us, but..." Lia trailed off with a shrug. "It feels more than that."