𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
...
SHE WAS WALKING along a mountain road in the cool, blue light of dawn. Far below, swathed in mist, was the shadow of a small town. Was the man she sought down there? The man she needed so badly she could think of little else, the man who held the answer, the answer to her problem ...
'Hey, wake up.'
Elara opened her eyes. She was lying again on the old mattress in Ginny's room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Elara sat up to find both Ginny and Hermione looking at her curiously.
'You were muttering in your sleep,' said Ginny curiously.
'Was I?'
'Yeah. "Gregorovitch." You kept saying "Gregorovitch".'
'Who's Gregorovitch?'
'I dunno, do I? You were the one saying it.'
Elara rubbed her forehead, laughing. She had a vague idea she had heard the name before, but she could not think where.
