Beth opened her trunk and began to unpack. She hadn't brought much with her just her school things and one or two personal items. Burrowed in amongst everything else so that it was safe lay a photograph, it was tattered around the edges and didn't have a proper frame but it wouldn't be the same with one. It was a moment in time captured when Beth had been happiest in the muggle world, when she had been with her Gran. Beside it lay Squeakers a small brown toy bear which was quite rectangular and when it was new it had made a squeaking sound when you presed its chest. The squeaker had long since broken but the name had still stuck with the small toy. It had been a present from Beths Gran when Beth was only a few days old, before Gran. . . No Beth forced the thoughts of the past out of her head. Her Gran would want her to be happy and look towards her future.