Not a moment after I had asked the questions and felt her emotions, I saw the tent flap open, bringing bright sunlight into the darker tent. Like an angel coming from the sky, a halo surrounded Daphne’s blonde hair. She was in a simple, yet beautifully etched, blouse that was very familiar to Veela clothing. She had simple black slacks on. In her hand was my crown, making me realize that I hadn’t seen it nearby. Her eyes instantly found mine and I saw relief in them, let alone feel it. 