“I’m sure you understand the gravity of the situation.”
That word, gravity, raises a red flag. She pretends not to have heard. Continues reading her book.
“Some things are inevitable,” says the officer, his shinny boots click as he passes in front of her. “The sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening, is this not so?”
Heliocentric. Another red flag.
“Perhaps you yourself know of such things in the world, yes?” The clicking stops. He is standing right in front of her. “Perhaps you have learned from your books.”
Education, globalization. More red flags.
“Speak up, what do you have to say for yourself?”
She closes the book, clears her throat. With a flash of her hand she makes to fling a spell at him, but his is prepared, catches her by the wrist.
“I thought as much. Which coven are you, the black or the red?” He smiles at her.