it. Something would trigger a memory to rise to the surface, like a lost ship from the depths. A scent that would bring her back to potions class. A flash of white blond hair in a crowd, or a quill in the window of an art store. Even a child buying a copy of her favorite book series; somehow, even having grown into an adult, she still loved the Harry Potter series. As an adult, she had reread them several times. 