Callidora remembered the day so clearly, so vividly - Sitting in a cafe in Muggle London, watching the blonde wipe down the table nearest her. How was it that she had fallen for him, a simple college boy - an actual muggle. The corners of her lips twitched upward, gently holding the framed, still photograph in one hand.

The couple within the photo smiled for the camera, the man's arms wrapped around the dark haired woman from behind. They looked happy. She looked happy.

In truth, it wasn't long before Callie had come to realize James was anything but simple.