Esme's wand was gone. The only physical attachment left to carry was the necklace around her neck connected to a ring. It dangled over her dainty chest, and she couldn't even reach behind to unclasp it. Her body was weak- her arms were sore, and it all hurt too much. She couldn't put together who gave it to her; either her mother, whom all her memories of had disappeared, vanished into thin air.