They were so contrary.

She felt an echo, not to a person or place or time, but to an old Muggle movie and two twins who wouldn't let a girl pass until they'd said how do you do and shook hands. Of course, in this case the boys were not twins or brothers and they were after money, not pleasantries. A part of Aslan found herself almost admiring their idea, or perhaps, the motive behind it for she could see a million and one ways this could easily fall apart.

Case in point, Blaise's loose lips.

"I believe it is my business." She said, her tone still as neutral and calm as ever. "Blaise said I could be an exception if it wasn't for the other two, that makes it a note of personal interest." Idly, Aslan scratched the side of her nose, she had been eager for a bath, but now? Now she found herself decidedly in something and was no longer in a rush unlike, it seemed, the Pack members were.