It didn’t feel like enough though - it didn’t feel like  nearly  enough. If this woman had her way, they would be benign dolls waiting to fall at Voldemort’s first venture into power. Though most of his memories of her were to do with this year at school, he had not forgotten the terror she had inflicted on the magical community as an eager cog in the Death Eater Machine. No - static shocks, helmet hair, frayed cardigans, and shrinking shoes were not enough.