Hermione presses on, and finds herself in a familiar setting. The boat rocks as Marion pours a glass of firewhiskey. There’s a twinkle in her eye. Hermione can feel the adoration pouring through the memory. She goes through the memories faster now, the picture of Marion’s life between diary entries becoming more clear. She was a fighter, but kind, and funny, and smart. There are still gaps, time spent away from Fenrir, each on their own missions. Hermione discovers the last memory of Marion, set within the hotel room she first woke up in. Her cheeks flush hot and she disentangles herself from Fenrir’s mind. 