And again, I was diverting my mind away from the real task at hand. Calling Daphne. My thumb traced over my symbol, running along the lines that I etched what seemed decades ago. How the passage of time changes. Releasing another sigh, I flipped the hand mirror open and scrolled through the list. With the recent additions, I made a slight modification to my mirror. As queen, especially one who wasn’t afraid of the battlefield, I wanted access to the ones that went to the Aurors. My hope was that I wouldn’t need it, but Amelia was only one woman and it could be overwhelming if she was commanding multiple squads. So my contact list had grown.