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♕ —- Molly knew that she was only torturing herself by putting herself in Diagon Alley but deep down, she wanted to help make it a place that she would feel comfortable to bring the boys to. She knew that if she hid at her home, she was letting the people who caused this destruction win and she couldn’t live with that. She glanced over when she heard the younger witch and she pressed her lips to a small smile. “I can never say no to a butterbeer,” she said with a nod. “Especially with a friend.”
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How was Andromeda supposed to bring children into the world when catastrophes continued to happen? She couldn’t help but mourn the eighteen year old Muggleborn - he had so much life in him before the wickedness took him away. It was enough to make her cry, but she was strong enough to stop herself before tears had the upper-hand advantage. Andromeda gave a small smile in return before turning her back towards the destroyed parlour - out of sight, out of mind. “Perfect, Leaky Cauldron? We can even go for something stronger, if you’d like.” But maybe liquor was the opposite of what they’d need, they needed to be functioning in case something like this happened again.













