"Oh my, now isn't this interesting. This little girl seeing me in visions... she shouldn't feel afraid, she should be honoured."
Jayne reached out to pat Bianca's hand. "For your sake, I hope it's nothing. In fact, I'd think that's Bellatrix Lestrange's nightmare - or anybody's who've suffered the wrath of Molly Weasley."
She saw someone coming toward her dest - someone she recognized because he always seemed to be bringing her the Crisis of the Day. She only just held back a groan.
"I think work is about to call, but I would like to have lunch later this week. Send me an owl and I'll make time for you, all right?"