Wincing, Lisa watched as the door to Demelza's house opened and closed. Well, she thought it was Demelza's house, at least from her vantage point in some bushes. Susan had apparated with Lisa a few streets away and rattled off the directions to Demelza's with tips to survive life outside Hogwarts. Then Susan had left. Terrified by the thought of Azkaban in the event she was caught, Lisa ran across the street and scurried up the walkway.
Lisa had planned to knock on the door as soon as she got there, but the face in its glass panels frightened her. It was hers! The cheekbones stood alert on her gaunt face, her hair flowed unkempt, and her clothing was wrinkled. Oh well, she had just gotten out of Hogwarts. No one should care, right? Still, Lisa smoothed her hair, straightened her clothes, and tried to pinch some color back into her cheeks before she knocked. She did so hesitantly, maintaining a death grip on her satchel while she uneasily scanned the darkness about her.