Everyone is acting like the war is over - that once the bodies were cleared from the base and the Death Eaters sent to Azkaban, everything could be normal again. How could anything feel normal when a generation of magical beings is traumatized from seeing their friends and family murdered, when witches must watch as the men who assaulted them are plastered all over the Prophet? How can we all resume life when we never received the time or permission to grieve? They’ve already offered me a position at the Ministry, but I am not ready to resume the responsibility for others’ lives. I think I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.