Furrowing his brow slightly now, he turned to Quinn, “Okay...so umm... fill me in a little here. If this photo is you, how old were you when this was taken? How long have you lived with your parents for? Are they muggles? purebloods? I mean, if they’re muggles, I can do some snooping. I know a few people back home who are great with these kinds of things!”. It was strange now how his old life was somehow overlapping with his new, shiny bright, magical life. Despite the glamour of the wizarding world, he did miss a few things back home. The mountains that surrounded his home, his father and, his friends. They may be muggles, but they were excellent at digging dirt up on people.

As the conversation moved on, Ewan started to struggle to keep pace. Was it his memory, or did he simply not know who Voldemort was? “I don’t know about Voldemort, but you don’t have to worry about me” He replied, giving both girls a reassuring smile now, “I’ve got your back! Although...” his smile switching to that of an embarrassed expression “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be”.


Briefly, he glanced Beth as she left before finally turning back to Quinn. What was she looking at on the floor? Was she searching for something again or simply avoiding his eyes. Either way, he had to fight back the urge to move her eyes back to his. “Look, only you can choose to forget this or not. Can you live with it? Not knowing?”. Deep down, he had a nagging suspicion that she wouldn’t be able to, but he thought he’d better lay it out on the line for her now. “You could end up tearing apart your family if you’re right. Hell, you could even if you’re wrong. Maybe you should weigh this out for a day or two?”. With a brief smile, he turned his head towards Beth, “Sorry B, I have no idea. I mean, if the family in that poster are magic, it might be worth checking to see if their ancestry? See if we can find out a little more about them”. After all, the more they knew, the better off they’d be.