Hannah had just moved outside the building to apparate when someone grabbed her arm. The person pulled her in between Madam Puddifoot's and the building next to it. She was shuffled behind some crates, out of sight of the street. Not that anyone was on the street really. Hannah shouted and started hitting them with her bag. Until she saw who it was.

Then she had a greater urge to hit him with her bag.

"Wayne? What on earth are you doing here?"

He looked the same. Oddly, Hannah felt absolutely nothing when she looked at him though. Not even dislike. She was completely apathetic in regards to Wayne Hopkins.

"I heard you were working here."

Hannah made a face. She was confused here. "And you thought you'd come see me? Why? Well, no matter really. Nice to see you. Have a good day then."

Wayne's hand as still holding her arm. "Hannah-"

"Let go of me."

He did not. Wayne shifted slightly and looked a bit uncomfortable though. "We need to talk."

"And I really don't think we do. It's all been said, Wayne. There's nothing left. What else can there be for us to say?"

"We can work this out, Hannah."

"We can? You think? Well, perhaps it's too late for that. Maybe I'm already over you. What's the trouble, Wayne? Your slag on the side not perfect little wife material?"

"You're getting mouthy again."

His hand had tightened on her arm. Hannah winced. "You're hurting me a little. Stop it. Let go. Let go of me right this instant, Wayne Bradley Hopkins."

"Not until you agree to talk with me."

"I don't want to talk to you. You betrayed me. It's over. Leave me alone." Hannah was struggling a bit now to get her arm out of his grasp. "Let go!"

"Hannah!"

She let out a short scream and started struggling in earnest.

"Stop it, Hannah! Calm down!"

"Let go of me!"

Hannah screamed again, but this time it was cut short by his hand clipping her in the mouth. Hannah tasted blood. Not again.

Wait.

Again? Not... again?

Oh my goodness. He's hit me before. That's what I didn't know I knew. Oh my goodness. Hannah felt sick to her stomach.

"Oh hell," Wayne muttered. "You're remembering again, aren't you? Your mind is so tricky. You never want to forget anything, Hannah."

Then he had his wand pointed at her.

"Obliviate."


{SUMMARY} For one moment Hannah recalls why she doesn't like violence or shouting before it's wiped from her mind again.