Like most people, she'd wondered about death and what would happen once she kicked the bucket. She wasn't really sold on the idea that there was a god or an afterlife. She wasn't really sold on heaven or hell. But she did believe in the possibility of something other. Maybe the next great adventure as Dumbledore had said, maybe reincarnation and karma, maybe something.
But at the end of the day, these musings didn't really have much importance to her every day life. So, while they were interesting thoughts and enjoyable to think about, she continued on with her perfectly normal and perfectly interesting life.
She didn't have a tragic backstory or some fantastical ability or ambition. She had a twin brother for which she was immensely grateful for, a close and loving family that supported her in her endeavors, and an optimistic outlook on life that allowed her to be happy without achieving much of anything.
It wasn't as if she wasn't successful, she just didn't really have much of a dream. Oh, she'd mused about going into politics and becoming somebody important or achieving something amazing, but she'd never really had the drive. She felt content with her few close friends, her family and her two cats. She wasn't ambitious and she didn't feel the need for recognition so there wasn't much of a point to try for anything above what she'd always had.
The only thing that really set her apart from anybody else was her astounding love of reading and the fact that she had always had a fairly easy time when it came to finding and retaining knowledge.
So it came as a definite surprise when she was run over by a car at the mature age of twenty three. The last thing she glimpsed before everything went black was a splash of silver speeding ever closer. And then she was gone.