"Or maybe I just got lucky this time because I'm a paranoid freak." Lavender couldn't imagine that many witches or wizards had safe rooms to retreat to. It wasn't a normal thing that homes came with, but Lavender wasn't normal, not even close. She pressed her face into her hands, trying to make this all go away, but she knew from experience that wouldn't work. It didn't even fix anything a little.
"Yes, magical law enforcement knows. They were the ones who told me it was taken. I even gave them information from my copy of it." Her words came with a heavy sigh as a thread of guilt unwrapped all over again. Even if she had done everything that she could have, it didn't feel like it was enough, so it would keep eating at her like those damn pixies.