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Adelaide stood still, watching people rush through Diagon Alley. It was interesting, she thought. Today was a day irreparably seared into her mind, but watching others walk around, shopping and laughing, it was clear that they had all but forgotten. Perhaps the Prophet would run a little memorial story, and that would jog their memories, but by and large, the Diagon Alley attack was in the past, ancient history.
Not to her.
Adelaide unconsciously ran her hand over the scar on her forearm, one of the only physical reminders of that day, and stared at the empty block that, only two years ago, had been Obscurus Books, where she had been shopping with her mother, unaware that her life was about to change forever. And not for the better.
“Weird, isn’t it?” She wondered aloud. “It’s almost like it never existed. Seven people died here, you think they would put in a memorial, at least.”
Daisy was in the final moments before school started back up, and while she’d saved her maternity time for the beginning of the school year, prepping for a substitute to start the year still kept her busy--well, busier than Estrella did.
As she walked through Diagon Alley, she slowed, seeing Adelaide standing and staring at an empty place. Her heart dropped as she listened to Adelaide talk. Daisy had forgotten there was a Kane on that fateful list. She didn’t quite know how to answer. The practical answer was that most people in charge had probably thought people would want to forget, but Daisy wasn’t callous enough to say it. Besides, Adelaide was right. It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be just tossed aside and buried.
“There’s always the possibility of adding one,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. Perhaps that was the kind of thing to bring up to Alex for The Quibbler. “How are you feeling?”
