In the Muggle world, she was no one. Just as she had been long ago before she knew what she was. Other than the constant nagging fear that someone amongst the crowd would recognize her, she felt like there wasn't a single person as far as her eyes could see that gave one single damn who she was or what she had done in her past. Most hardly even gave her a second's notice. If she tried to do the same anywhere in the wizarding world, she would be noticed in a heartbeat. She never felt like she could just wander through life with no cares or concerns. Someone was always watching, always judging, always waiting for her to make a mistake.