The relief was clear, something between a laugh and a soft sob sighing past Lara's lips as she squeezed Hermonie's hand. Someone from home, a connection - she wasn't entirely alone.

"I've seen it," she replied with a little nod of her head, dark hair dancing around her face. "It was one of the first things Sam made me--"

But she broke off, humor stifling at the look at the other woman's face.

"...2015," she said slowly, uncertain. "What year was it for you?"

The Mousetrap had been running for several decades, that was true, but surely....