She sighs, shaking her head and putting the prototype bow down on her desk.
"They were nothing, I'm sure. It wasn't entirely like my prophetic dreams," though there had been some similar feelings, and the intensity of what she'd dreamed had been similar to her first vision of Kylo Ren. Though once it was clear that there was no returning to where they had come from, that dream had all but ceased. "It was just... faces, mostly. People we've lost." She absently touches her forehead, her fingers ghosting over the edge of the scar above her eye, before she pushes up from the desk, walking the short but cluttered span of the room to the doorway.
"I saw that group of people we lost at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, five years ago. The one Hermione was with." She had known some of the others in passing, but Hermione had been the only one she'd considered a friend.
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"They were nothing, I'm sure. It wasn't entirely like my prophetic dreams," though there had been some similar feelings, and the intensity of what she'd dreamed had been similar to her first vision of Kylo Ren. Though once it was clear that there was no returning to where they had come from, that dream had all but ceased. "It was just... faces, mostly. People we've lost." She absently touches her forehead, her fingers ghosting over the edge of the scar above her eye, before she pushes up from the desk, walking the short but cluttered span of the room to the doorway.
"I saw that group of people we lost at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, five years ago. The one Hermione was with." She had known some of the others in passing, but Hermione had been the only one she'd considered a friend.