Bianca closed her eyes, remembering the front page of the paper that morning. "I saw it in the Prophet." She gave a nervous little sound that sounded like a quiet hysterical laugh. "Broke a teacup when I saw it. I thought someone was playing a terrible joke. I wasn't until I opened my journal and saw everyone commenting that I knew it was real. So I went back to baking to stop thinking about it."
She pushed her hair out of her eyes. Despite not really feeling weary, she looked it. "I had this terrible feeling for a bit now but I never thought that this was what it was heralding. I just wish I'd paid better attention, though that might not have done any good anyhow." She smiled weakly at Hannah's compliment. "Thank you. I designed them myself."