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"She remembered nothing."

The last thing she did before they erased her from existence was eat.

It didn't matter what she ate, but why she found it important was because it was her last meal with her friends, for a long time. She considered this fact, chewing on her lip rather than her food.

"Does your lip taste good?" Asked Thomas, his brown eyes looking deeply into hers, a cheeky smirk on his face.

She laughed. It would be the last time she laughed for a while. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was doing it."

He smiled at her. "It's fine. You seem deep in thought. What's up?"

"I'm just thinking. I can't believe that you have to go into that maze in two weeks. It's crazy to think I won't see you again."

"You don't know that for sure though," he said sympathetically, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We could see each other again someday. I just don't know when."

Silence fell between them.

It was then that those God- awful people in white coats took her away. Her wand fell from her pocket as they dragged her away. She fought, kicked, screamed, and cried. It wasn't enough. The last thing she saw of Thomas was him reaching down to pick up her wand from the ground.

They apparated her away, into a room so purely white that she was almost blinded by it. They held a wand to her head, the wood digging into her delicate skin. She knew she was going to die, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Obliviate."

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