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The quietness of Korrowi Creek that night was rudely interrupted as a loud crack echoed through the area. Evelyn didn't particularly like how loud Apparating could be at times, but fortunately it was night time - there would be nobody around to hear her at the time, in all likelihood; it was also good that the Bushland was dense enough to deafen sound past a certain distance. The Auror let the very welcome cold breeze of the late evening greet her face as she walked through the clearing in which she had Apparated in towards the trees along the shoreline. She took a seat under one such tree, facing the rapid water, letting her posture relax for once as she pressed her back to the trunk and stretched out her legs in the cool grass, gaze fixated on the liquid rushing down the creek. That particular area was one she held dear to her heart, one she visited when she needed to think, and the one area on Earth where she truly felt at peace with everything. It was there that she had spread her mother's ashes after her father passed away. She felt in her heart that it's what she would have wanted, and her remains were one with nature from that point on as they were sprinkled onto the water. "Ten years..." She muttered to herself, not talking to anyone in particular. A decade to the day she had done such a thing, and from then on she had visited the Creek semi-regularly; although, it had become a less frequent venture through the years as she felt more and more removed from her own nature, and more in sync with that which she detested. It took her a few minutes before she moved just enough to be able to lie down under the same tree. Her gaze fell momentarily on the cloud of leaves before her, the near-full moon peeking between between the little holes of sky that the foliage didn't manage to cover. After a few moments she glanced at her right hand instead, after lifting it off the ground. Could she reconnect with her nature? Could she make her mother proud? Air combusted around her hand as Evelyn's pyrokinesis manifested, fingers set ablaze. It didn't seem to burn her. The flames danced along the hand as she observed them and pondered on her life situation. It was the one thing she had from her mother (past the natural charm, of course), yet, for once, she felt like she didn't deserve it. She was going down the same path Seth did, and wasn't entirely sure if she even wanted to go back to begin with.