Kadrea Alternate Ending

“Dittany, murtlap, Silver Polish…” Kadrea muttered under her breath. She planted her heels into the uneven road as she walked, holding her head up and keeping her gaze in front of her. She had learned at least one thing in the past few years; if you act like you have nothing to hide, then people often assume that you don’t.

She had seen far too many others followed after sneaking around in plain sight. She didn’t think about how she had never seen some of those people again later.

“Mint, flour..”

Part of Kadrea had wondered if it was even worth it to go out when there was supposedly Death Eaters running loose, hunting muggle-borns, doing who knows what. Just thinking about it made her skin crawl, made her want to sit beside her garden and never leave.
That was almost worth facing He Who Must Not Be Named himself. Almost.

For not the first time, Kadrea wished that she had a car, or at least a bike. Her feet ached from walking and the back of her neck prickled as someone’s gaze lingered a second too long. She took to adjusting her hair from its place bunched up on her head, pretending to look oblivious of the outside world. She heard someone speak louder than normal, but brushed it off. She paused as she came to an intersection, throwing only-half a glance down the road before she heard the voice again.

“Excuse me?” She kept her gaze forward for a second. Then, she held her breath as she felt some standing just behind her, before steeling her face and turning.