"He was here once, without the memories. Did anyone ever tell you? Then one day he was just gone, but he returned so quickly and from...that time." Al shuddered as he recalled the bloodied journal. "Age doesn't matter if she is interested in you," Al said. "Not like saying it, but actually interested." He knew the difference by then. Some gave good lip service while others actually acted on it. "Well, okay, it sort of matters, but it is a lot easier to deal with if they actually like you. My Uncle George was so freaked most of the time that Roxy..." Al didn't even mention how George made him feel. "But like Nana Molly? She is always so understanding so maybe it has to do with personality more than anything, you think?" Scorpius was right. The place existed to mess with everyone's heads. It was no one's fault, but it sure made Al want to bash something. "There are still people here who never left. Some even from that other village. I think Aunt Hannah is safe." Watch. Now she'd vanish and he'd still be stuck like he had the world's biggest sticking charm on his arse.