"I was beginning to feel unneeded." She confesses to Fenrir with a tight smile. Without turning to look at her he laughs. She doubts he understands the frustration and self-pity behind her words. She still doesn’t fully understand why she decided to take that portkey, to leave Albania. It feels like she left the only thing that made sense. The promise of adventure, a mystery to unravel, a beast to tame. And for what, to go to parties? To wear pretty dresses and banter with Tom Riddle?