Leah peaked over the top of her cards suspiciously, grey eyes flitting to the large pile of money in the center of the table, that somehow also included a few socks, and a coupon for 'five free butterbeers, on James' next trip to The Three Broomsticks. Her eyes then passed to her last opponent, Remus.

She tugged at a stray red hair before reverting her gaze to a photograph that lay in her limp hand. She scratched her head, messing up the bit of hair that she had just gotten to lay straight. Lizzie had no idea why this picture had been at the bottom of her belongings, let alone where it had come from in the first place. It was old. Frayed at the edges like a rug, and looking as though it may rip along one of the many creases if treated with anything less that utmost care.