As if I was in a dream, everything grew bright. Vera’s blonde turned yellow, the deep green of the robes was lime. A White glow filled my eyes, like the light from a Patronus. I felt the broom between my legs drop away, plummeting to the earth. The only reason I didn’t follow was that Emily and Regina’s hold on me tightened at once. I was so drowsy. It was so nice just to lie here in my friends’ arms. They should all be quiet, so I could just go to sleep…
 
 
 

I’m twenty years old, not some child! Here they were again, just like at the Final Battle, trying to protect me from danger, although I was perfectly capable. What right did they have, to know what had happened, and yet refuse to tell me? Not that they had refused, I suppose. But not-telling is the same as lying in my books.