That smile - Alice knew that smile. The girl's mannerisms were all wrong, but there was no mistaking that expression on that face. Sloane's bed was next to hers for years, Alice had fallen asleep after late night whispers with that smile lingering behind her eyelids. No. There had to be something off here. Was this a nightmare? Did she have a fever or something? Sloane was dead. Sloane's body was pulled from the lake days after the incident.

Sloane was dead.

This was Sadie Sinclair - a woman with a remarkably similar smile.

"It won't hurt for much longer, Miss Sinclair." Alice promised, her gaze drawing from the girl's face towards the injured ankle for the first time since entering. It was sprained at the minimum, broken more likely. "Have you had any new dresses made recently? Perhaps the measurements were off - you'd be surprised how often I encounter- "

Alice froze in place, her attention now on the bracelet as opposed to the gash on her arm. The sunflower was unmistakable, the S overwhelmingly familiar, and, although she couldn't see it entirely, Alice was certain there was at least half a golden snitch on the bracelet. That couldn't be. Abandoning Miss Sinclair's ankle entirely, Alice reached for the girl's wrist to examine the bracelet. "Where - where did you get this?" The snitch was there, as was a charm Alice had gifted her herself last Christmas. "You - where did you get this?!"

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