She’s sitting, arms around her legs, staring into the flames in a large white t-shirt. Her arm was out, just out in the open. She was looking into the fire and her arm was exposed, hugging her legs to her, and now I don’t know if she’s even heard me. Her hair has grown. Its almost the same as my aunts, only not the same inky black tendrils. Part of her hair is piled on top of her head, her wand sticking out of it and I’m walking closer to her even though I shouldn’t even be in the same room as her.