People vanished far too often. She had seen more people die and leave than people who stayed. When she had arrived in this time, she had believed that things would get better. They were. Genevieve had stopped to feel permanently afraid. But the deaths had only been exchanged for disappearances.
For this morning she hoped that she could at least be a distraction for Neville. She approached the pair with Snuffles, the hell hound, on her heels. The beast with the flaming eyes had become her companion.