Descent
Sean deadpanned.
“Sean just said so genius, she's divine–the elders will have a field day if they find out about this,” Alastor answered, staring over where he last saw her, longingly… until Harry snapped his fingers right in front of his face. He scowled, slapping Harry’s hand away, “…and besides, she's to be the North's... Luna? Goddess? Whatever the title is, no one should know about her, not until she's marked and mated. Swear it!”
“Alright man, we swear to the Moon not to tell anyone about your unlucky lady,” Harry promised, raising his hands up.