Dunstan was beginning to realise why Acacia had brought them somewhere more private. The situation had already been serious, given the fright on his sisters' faces when they'd seen him at breakfast, but he was beginning to realise just how far this went. Even if he didn't understand it yet.

They... they remembered him dying?

But he hadn't died. He was standing right here. He remembered the feel of their hands as they'd pulled him away from the scene, he remembered staring back over his shoulder at the chaos, he remembered their father hugging them close as they were confirmed safe and alive.

The boy couldn't bring himself to respond to Crystal's words. He simply gazed at her, lips slightly parted. Then he looked at Acacia as she took his arms and spoke to him with hushed urgency. His mind had become so deeply foggy that he couldn't yet comprehend what she might mean by "reverse it".

"Wh-what of Orinda? And father?" he voiced with a rare stammer, his voice sounding distant and strained in his own head. "Do they... does everyone remember... that...?"

Surely not. He'd woken up this morning in the Second Year boys' dormitory, all of them behaving as normal. Downstairs to the Ravenclaw common room, where a few late breakfast-goers had again behaved as normal, some of them shooting him a vague hello. He'd passed a professor on the way down to the Great Hall, who'd stopped to praise him on a recent piece of homework. Even his owl had delivered his morning post without any undue alarm. But his sisters... the way they looked at him now... that was nothing like normal.