She hadn’t changed much in the last 15 years herself, just some crows feet around her eyes and more defined laugh lines. She looked in the mirror again, remembering that cool morning of seventh year where she’d stood in this exact spot…running a hand through her messy hair, dressing slowly…and looking back to see his sleeping form still lying in the bed. She looked back once more, half expecting to see him there, tears tumbling over her lids when she saw the bed was empty.