Professor Sokolov had grown on her. It was surprising to the Gryffindor witch for his first class nearly a year ago had left her feeling uninspired and almost dreaming of higher learning. However, she'd come to the conclusion (after much thinking, ignoring, writing, watching and study) that the Professor was adequate enough at his work to interest her.

She had begun to come to him often with questions she couldn't find answers to in standard textbooks and the conversations that followed were not as stimulating as others she had had on the topic, but Aslan found them to be worth the time she'd spent.

Today, the curiosity driven Aslan Evans had caught up with the professor to ask him his opinion on wards.

"Runic Wards." She said, after a just-polite-enough hello. "I've seen people wear them as tattoos, can they be used that way?" Aslan asked, head tilted just to the side as she walked along with Sokolov. What sort of name was that? Polish? Estonian? She almost asked aloud, but that conversation would lead to more personal notes of which Aslan did not care for.