1940 - The Submarines
…Something’s wrong when you regret; things that haven’t
happened yet… The radio played on softly as Elinor waited
in the corner of the muggle café, sipping on a pumpkin spice
tea and looking at the Prophet, which she had hidden behind
a muggle newspaper. A glance at her watch told her that her
source was late, but finally he arrived, settling himself at the
table, passing over a large envelope. She tore into it, pulling
out a thin stack of glossy photographs. There he was. The
man who had killed her husband. He was here. And she
would find him.