This is a memory that Vaughn shares, and at first she wonders what made her so nostalgic.
The witch ashes her cigarette while the reality of what just happened dawns on her. That wasn't her memory, she'd seen herself. Her coltish, twelve year old self. All uneven, homestyled haircut bangs and knobby knees.
Brows knit in a moment's speculation. It was so real, there was no way she'd imagined it. No way she'd have constructed a memory with all that delicacy. Such thoughts of sisterhood and dainty excitement, they'd never been her's.
Ella.
Only Ella could have recalled their meeting in that way. So soft and joyous.
It was a child's point of view. Vaughn remembered the same incident, only a little differently. A dirty parking lot and how it ended with the kind of yelling that was traditional in her youth.
She didn't understand what had happened, or how.. but she knew it was actual.