As Ingrid’s eyes moved around the courtyard in search of her family, a piece of parchment floated nearby. What did it mean, they were going to be taken care of? No. Looking up, her eyes lingered on the muggles as they wandered into the castle. Away from her and some of the other children who were actually trying to help them and most likely to their death.

Eyes watering, she ignored the rest of the students, some who were arguing, and wandered back into the classroom to get her things. Every step that she took seemed to be so heavy and yet, she knew she had no choice but to go back to where that poor muggle man had been murdered. The tears were now streaming down her face as she entered the castle again, even forgetting to drag her brother with her.

She felt dead inside.