Her friends started to notice her absence and late nights, but she pushed their concerns aside, saying what she could to appease them, and continued her late night wanderings throughout the darkest parts of muggle London in her forlorn search for something. She knew it was an obsession, and while she didn't much care for divination, her intuition told her she was close. With that feeling galvanizing her, she spent more and more time passing blood banks, hospitals, goth bars, kink clubs, all manner of places she saw mentioned on internet chat rooms and even graveyards—no matter how cliché it seemed. She was beginning to notice some familiar faces, yet never any of the undead. She wondered if she could even notice them if they didn’t want her too. With her wand secured up her right sleeve, she returned to those spots frequently, hoping one of them would notice her noticing them and seek her out.