Those little steps that Lia had first been taken had turned into something of a tripping, stumbling half-running motion. Chances were incredibly high that she not only looked ridiculous but very much a mess. Her long light brown hair was all over the place, some of it clinging to the dried streaks of tears on her face. Each breath she still took was more of a painful sob thanks to the tears she hadn't been able to suppress or stop.

How she hadn't ended up crashing into anyone was a miracle. An even bigger miracle was that she ended up somewhere that others were, muggles included. The first year stared at them all through her own tears, catching on to nothing at all that was being said.

What even was she meant to do again?