One hundred and eighteen hours. It had been one hundred and eighteen hours since James Potter and Alexis Riddle were no more. That's five days, to spare you doing the math. Five very grim days. Days where it became clear that nothing was ever going to be the same, especially not Alexis.
The limited amount of time she accepted her friends' company was more than enough to know that gone was the girl with the vivid soul. The fire in her had died. She was cold, showing a strong resemblance to her brother, something that hadn't happened ever since the Marauders walked into her life. Whenever she wasn't taking her obligatory classes or eating her meals at the Slytherin table, she was in a hidden room she refused to let anybody else into, making it impossible for her friends to reach out t
