Of course it was all she heard. Liz let out an honest laugh and her eyebrows went high in recognition.
"That would've saved a lot of embarrassing next-morning apologies on my part," Liz said with a sigh, taking the flier. More like, long rambling tear-filled letters to Ian, or to Remus of all people, who'd basically up and abandoned the last remaining and barely functional member of their Gryffindor class. After the attack on the Longbottoms, Liz had inverted for quite some time, but when she finally managed to step out into the real world, she'd tried to reach out to Remus but to no avail.
How was a person supposed to deal with something like that? Everyone that you knew, the people that you had spent more than seven years of your life, were either dead, sentenced to life in jail, or had been tortured into insanity? That core group of people that Liz had trusted with her life, literally at times, were gone, they had all disappeared so---
"Hey, weren't you a year ahead of me, at Hogwarts?" Her mind always jumped back to Hogwarts. Liz now remembered people by how many years ahead or behind they were of her at Hogwarts, because that was the only time she was happy with her life, and even then it was full of depressing things---
Liz cocked her head to the side and examined him closer, "Hufflepuff?"
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