Susan lay in the sun, soaking up the warming rays while ignoring the stares she now got whenever she wore a shirt that showed off more skin than their school uniform blouses did. Her shoulders and upper chest were bare to the air; the scars she’d received from Greyback’s attack stood out in stark contrast to her normally pale skin. Romi sat next to her reading from a book on pixies she’d borrowed from the library. "I wonder what it would be like to meet a pixie. I keep getting this mental image that they’d be chaos incarnate, much like the Weasley twins."