She found the green dress in her closet, perfectly intact and looking no worse for wear. She stared at it for a moment. To put it on—or anything else within this closet, really, would be equal to plunging her feet further into this realm. She felt the cool silk between her fingers, remembering how powerful it had made her feel. How Draco had worshiped the sight of her in that gown. She had sold the golden circlet and the matching armbands decades ago, not caring to see them anymore.