As it turned out, Marja, Lule and the two Irish Aurors were not difficult to find. They had set up a busking pitch under the marquee of a beauty salon that was closed for the evening; and were collecting a fair share from an international clientele of witches and wizards who were nonetheless a trifle puzzled at the languages of the songspells they were hearing.

As Jovana and Finola drew closer, a mixture of a grin and a worried grimace showed up on the face of the Macedonian spellsinger. "Oh, dear", she whispered to the Divination Mistress. "That--if I'm not mistaken--is the judgment warning songspell we wrote last year on behalf of our friend the shamanic researcher. You remember what I told you about the Muggle shamanic writer, and how she was ousted from a roleplayer's community?"

"Oh..." Finola struggled with her powers of recall. "You're talkin' about the girl from Maryland, and the whole controversy with the Confundus Board?"

"That's the one", Jovana grinned dryly. "I just hope not too many people here understand Finnish Saami. That set of verses might be a little dark for some people's tastes..."

It was, indeed, the Judgment Warning Songspell, based on the root song, "Any Spellsinger Worth Her Salt." And the song was clearly picking up in intensity, especially when Nuala started in playing backup rhythm on her bodhran.