Goblins made sense, especially if the initial weapon had been goblin-made as well - not that she'd said as much, but it was possible. Or maybe not; he couldn't recall goblins using magic that was considered 'dark magic.'Though really, James wasn't all that familiar with recent goblin... weaponry... tendencies. But seriously, who else used a sword?
"What's the last thing you remember?" he found himself asking. It seemed like the sort of thing you were supposed to ask. "And where were you when you... er, clicked back in?"
Even as he was speaking his musings decelerated, coming to a curious sort of stop. James' brow began thinking about knitting itself together. Gaze sweeping over her again, James hadn't even know what he was looking for until he realized what he was looking for until he concluded she was the proper age. And that she remembered him. None of the rest of them had come back injured. That they knew of, the back of his mind added. And now there was a hole in her memory.
It didn't necessarily mean anything, he decided. It certainly didn't even come close to meaning what he thought it might mean to bring it up less than a day after she had, you know, whatever it was done to her. He didn't need to know what it was for him to understand that it would probably be poor form to choose that moment to voice his concerns. Setting his mug down on the table, he tried to find some way to click back into more normal conversation. Well, as normal a conversation as could be had between a zombie and an Auror... who might also, unknowingly, be a zombie.