<div align="center"><em>Lavender Ackerly</em></div><hr/><br/>Expecting him to leave the compartment, Lavender was a little surprised when he came in and sat. Even more so when he asked what the numbers meant. Those that did know her, usually knew that she was a bit of an Arithmancy freak and didn't question her random number ramblings. Other people normally just walked off, likely because they never heard her, "It's...it's your number in arithmancy terms. BRUTUS TREMBLETT," she spelled his name out to make sure she got it right, "That adds up to 54, which reduces to 9, which is your character number. Nines are inspirations and very determined in life. But your heart number is a seven. Sevens are bright, understanding, and value originality and imagination over money and material objects. And your social number is a two. Twos enjoy two-way communication, balance, and tend to be loyal and sweet-natured. There are bad sides to every number, but your numbers, I think, have good qualities that far outweigh the bad ones."<br/><br/>Lavender didn't seem to notice she was rambling on a bit, "You play Quidditch, right? You should have a Comet Trading Company broom. Their company name has a character number of nine too. You'd be compatible. It even has a social number of two as well. You and the broom would communicate well," not that she knew much about brooms or Quidditch. When they had flying classes as first years, Lavender usually fell off of hers. She convinced herself that flying just wasn't for her or that her and the broom weren't compatible.<br/><br/>She seemed to make it a point not to look at him. Instead, she looked everywhere else, but mostly down at her feet or out the window.