Belle snatched the---what the hell was this thing printed on? Parchment? Really? Where was this girl coming from, ancient history? Her eyes scanned across the headlines of this 'Daily Prophet' and she nearly ripped the thing as the pictures began to move. The missing people were smiling and waving up at her----this couldn't be happening. Belle flipped the parchment over to see if---how was it doing that? What---
"What the fuck is going on!" She wasn't even shocked by her face smiling back at her on the Prophet, not---"It's moving! It's----what the hell is this!"
Belle thrust the parchment back at the girl, "Who are you! What do you---" The past few months? How could she have known that? Belle frowned deeply and backed away, sure that she had passed out in the back room of the restaurant and was having a very strange and terrible dream.
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