She really wondered some times if there were people out there who could have possibly gone something remotely close to what Liz had endured these past few (more than few, now) months. Her husband had been completely wiped from her mind, she didn't remember having a daughter whom she carried for nine months and gave birth to, and when she was reunited with the wizarding world, her best friends had been murdered by the darkest wizard ever to walk the planet.
Who moves on from that?
Her one night stand with Rian had been completely out of character (or was it? She was still trying to figure out what kind of 'character' she was), and she thought that they'd leave it at that, but he'd started talking to her again, and they had gone on for a bit in a nice conversation at the ice cream parlor so...she wasn't good at this. Hence the freak out to Graeme, the one person that her kidnapper hadn't forced out of her mind.
Normally the door would be flung open and Liz would've jumped into Graeme's arms and cried, cried, cried, but paranoia had gotten the best of her and she had to check through the peephole who exactly was standing outside her door. She pulled open the muggle locks and opened the door, frowning at Graeme with a big pout and sagged, sad shoulders.
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