Whether it was the mention of the Ministry, or the glimpse she'd gotten of the witch's sparkling eyes, Cerise wasn't sure... but suddenly she felt a vision come upon her. Her eyes grew distant for a moment as the image filled her mind. A certain wall in the Ministry, with pictures of all the Undesirables and other wanted wizards and witches. One, in particular, drew the focus of Cerise's Inner Eye, a blond-haired blue-eyed witch, who she realized in an instant was the woman in front of her. The vision drew her gaze down to the writing beneath the picture: Heather Silvestrie.
Cerise blinked, but she was caught up in the vision and it pulled her along with it. Scenes flashed before her eyes of the young woman in front of her; in the forest at night, asleep, hiding in a darkened home, then having lunch with another witch at a cafe. This time, when Cerise blinked, the vision disappeared. She was frozen for just a second with the knowledge that this witch, was a runaway, wanted by the Ministry. Simply being in contact with a known-runaway without reporting it could be considered treason by the Ministry, something very much wanted to avoid.
Allowing no hint of her thoughts to cross her face, Cerise cleared her throat, shaking her head as she did so. "Sorry," she murmured softly, reaching to finish off her coffee in a few sips. "Sometimes I get lost in my own thoughts, you know?" Another tiny shake of her head, and then she glanced casually at the small watch she wore on her delicate wrist. "About as easily as I lose track of time, it seems. I should be going to work now..."