Maria Lenormand was not a combat-type witch. She might not have been a match for Louvre Truman.
Besides, if she wanted to erase Georgiana's memories of Severus, she might have had to erase most of her life's memories as well. Had she used Obliviate the moment they met, Georgiana might have fallen for it. The problem was that, after being a Divination practitioner for so long, she habitually rattled on. Villains often died from talking too much, so she sensibly left on her own.
Georgiana looked at this female Auror who was also named Truman, trying to find traces of Gabriel Truman in her face.
"Which house did you graduate from?" Truman asked.
"Hufflepuff," she answered honestly. "The same house as your minister."
"What is your real name?"
Georgiana shook her head.
Truman sat across from her. "What did you see?"
"Hunger, and greed. A disaster is quietly approaching."
"Is there a solution?"
"I don't think so." Georgiana shook her head helplessly. "No one will listen to advice."
"How would you know without trying?"
Georgiana gave a bitter smile and took a sip of black tea.
"Can you read tea leaves?" Truman asked again.
"No, and I don't believe in tea-leaf reading."
"Then what kind of Divination did you use just now? I didn't see you use a crystal ball or playing cards."
"Human nature and the laws of value," Georgiana said.
"You asked about your Aragon just now. Did you mean the Duchess of Anjou, Yolande of Aragon?"
Georgiana did not answer her question.
How had she come up with such a strange question just now?
"Joan of Arc existed for only eleven months, while the Duchess of Anjou existed for forty-two years. And we won't let you become Joan of Arc." Louvre pointed her wand at Georgiana's ankle