By the time her feet landed in front of The Three Broomsticks she'd managed to almost convince herself that she was being foolish. Hadn't she spent the last twenty years figuring out moment to moment how to keep surviving? This was nothing new. In fact, it was longer than twenty years. Ever since she'd been rescued from the mountain troll in the girls" lavatory and made two new friends when she was twelve years old, she'd had to adapt. Either she would find her footing or she wouldn't. Perhaps it was the wrong attitude to have, but when the worse fate she had to look forward to was death, her situation really wasn't that dire. How many days had she already wished to be snuffed out of existence? Those who died got off easy compared to the ones that had to keep on living.