The voices were distinct and the more Aslan paid them attention the more certain she became of knowing one of the owners. One, was undoubtedly Lucy Potts - Evidence of the mention of guitar and the strumming were enough to convince the Gryffindor completely- but the other... She was speaking softly, and there were no hints in her calm words to describe the speaker.

Still feeling fuzzy and light, Aslan sat up and pressed her back to the pillar in an attempt to better listen. Brows furrowed. It was not Charlotte Kettleburn, or Julie Bellaire or Ava.... What was Ava's last name? Turner? Spellman? her her tongue tripped over the poor sounding names, this would be irking her the whole day.

Ava...? Green? Gardner? Samuels? She'd only heard the witch's last name nearly every day in class, it should have been etched into her brain.