Molly walked through Diagon Alley, intent on finding the potion ingredient that she needed for work. She hadn’t even remembered that it was Easter Hols until she got there and it was so crowded she could barely move. She’d lost track of time again. She was doing that more and more lately, burying herself in her work and not even noticing that time was passing around her. She needed to get out more, she knew that, but it was just so bloody difficult to find the time- and to find herself in a mood where she felt like dealing with other humans. She barely noticed when someone slammed into her. “Oh bloody hell!” she swore, throwing out her hands and balancing herself with a spell that shot instinctively from her wand.











