A part of me was not looking forward to some of them. Helena in specific. Last time I saw her, at least as Morgana, was when we broke up. It was shortly after that when she met her death. As Hermione, I never spoke to her directly. She always stayed on the outside, watching. It had always creeped me out. But now, I wondered what went through her mind. Especially after it became known who I actually was. She must have had some inkling of who I was early on. Not many people have my eye color. Add on to the accomplishments I have, it would be quite easy for anyone who knew me in my first life to notice the similarities.