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Having risen as she knows she must, she exits the Burrow through the back door. Face ashen and tear-streaked, she walks around aimlessly. No direction, mindless wandering. She finds herself drawn to the pond at the Burrow, site of one of her happiest memories. Staring out into the distance, she allows her tears to run unchecked, hoping they will at least bring her comfort. When her legs can no longer support her, she sits down at the dock, lost in thought.