"Hope?"
"Josie? The room is great. Maybe I should have asked your father to put my stuff into storage instead of burning it in a fire."
"Yeah, that was a little dramatic."
They both smiled.
"But I might have another present for you. You know, you weren't the only one who destroyed your things in a fire. When we were on that car ride you told Lizzie that you lost the only painting you ever did with your dad in the fire I caused. After that I had been researching a spell. It's a type of materialising spell, but I thought it was only for heretics and then abandoned it when you disappeared. But I think I might have found a way I can do it as a Syphon with the help of a vampire. MG?"
"Yeah. After you made me send you into that guy's subconscious last year, I practiced that vampire mind control thing, you know? Being the resident compelling vampire and all. So I and Josie figured out that if she syphons me while I go into your subconscious and you remember the moment you want to, she can materialise an object you choose from that memory."
"So you can get my old pictures back?"
"Yes. That's what MG was trying to say. I can't get anything with magical properties and it's all technically just a copy, but it should work. We tested it on Lizzie and now we have that old stuffed bunny she lost as a child back."
"Thank you! For thinking of this and putting so much work in. I really don't need much, but… that painting would be nice. And maybe a family picture? Noone really had those except for me."
"Sure."
A couple hours later Hope had three paintings, all with deep sentimental value, back on her desk. They had also realised that it didn't work exclusively with Hope's own memories and managed to get the Polaroid Hayley had shown her from their first family Christmas. She had used her vampire powers rarely, but when Hope had missed her family without really knowing them, she had given her that one carefully selected moment. Hope had already asked Aunt Freya for a wedding picture with her and Keelin which now made for a quite impressive gallery. After Josie and MG had left, Hope just spent some time staring at the pictures, touching them and feeling the texture of the paint on canvas and the flat plastic of the Polaroid. They might have been copies, but they were very real.