Re: AFTERMATH
Analisa hadn't realized her ordeal was over until all the fighting had stopped and hands - someone's hands, she couldn't tell who right away, but they were gentler than the roughness of the Death Eaters - had helped her up and out into the sun. She'd been sheltered in the safety of her parents' house during the Second Wizarding War, and she hadn't fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, so she'd never had experience with being a prisoner, being tortured and beaten up just for the sake of the Death Eathers having prisoners.
The light was bright, and she weakly held up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She was so disoriented. She didn't know where her wand or her journal were. Everything hurt, and she knew she had a few bruises and cuts. Once she was somewhat removed from the straight fear that had been her reality for the last few hours, she began to weep. She'd heard the Death Eater that took her blow up her shoppe, cackling as he did so. Romilda. Her wand was gone, and so was her journal. Why was this all happening now? Here? Again?