"You do not know me, do you?" she asked, rather out of the blue. The question shouldn't have made any sense whatsoever. She and Marisa hadn't met once in their lives in this place. The girl should never have even seen her, save perhaps one disturbing message on the networks.

Another occasion, another face she had seen in a different world, without recollection. She sighed and laughed. "Thank whatever god watches me today that Hermione is not here. I do not think I could bear that."