Faolan- he was a Guardian? He worked for the Night Council? Annie didn't want to believe it, but she takes the flier all the same. She holds it, looking at it as she rides the tube back to Hillingdon. There's no way that's not Faolan. There aren't many men that look like him out there. And a name like that is hard to forget.

Digging her nails into the skin of her wrist, she holds the flier in one hand, standing outside of his office door. It takes her a few minutes to work up the courage to knock.

"Faolan? It's Annie. Can we- can we talk?" Ask first. Make sure it's true. Let him explain. It's how she wanted to be treated, what she'd wound up doing for Sirius. There was no reason not to extend the same courtesy to Faolan.