The question of who the ear belonged to had haunted her for years. She’d been too afraid to ask either the Lord or Lady, not wanting to misstep or bring up any terrible memories. That mystery had been solved only a day ago, when she had taken Longbottom to his new quarters and used magic to tidy him up, among which included giving his unkempt hair a trim. Her fingers had brushed against the hole where an ear should have been and when she pulled the hair back she went cold with realization before she could control herself. She had resumed the hair cutting silently, trying to process her shock, and he had offered no explanation either. He had hardly said a word that entire time, actually. All he did was stare, clearly trying to gauge whether she was a villain in this story or not, eying her with obvious mistrust.