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The streets of Diagon Alley were quieter than usual. Bryony supposed that all of that business with the Dark Mark had scared some people, but she knew that she had nothing to be frightened about. Her father had the mark, as did many people in her social circle. Of course, she didn't have one, that would be unseemly, but she could quietly support the cause in her own way. It made her pleased to know that soon, they would return to the rightful way that society should be sooner rather than later had her in a good mood. The money purse filled with galleons certainly helped.

She was in such a good mood that she barely noticed bumping into someone. It was only when she heard their voice that she turned. "Oh. Macdonald. I didn't see you there."

"you know, i always thought you would be the one who would end up different than...well her." bellatrix said, referring to their sister who had turned out to be a traitor. she didn't like to speak about andromeda, she didn't even like to breathe her name. however, narcissa hadn't exactly aligned with the death eaters either, she had also let bellatrix down in more ways than one, and as bellatrix stood there and clicked her tongue, she realized that she had two siblings who were more alike than she thought. maybe, SHE was only the loyal soldier in the family.

It had been a long shift, and Evie was exhausted. Things had somehow seemed crazier at the hospital and beyond than it had been last month. She had been called out to deal with an accident in the middle of the night, and it had taken up most of her shift. Now it was getting towards the end, and she was just ready to get home and collapse in her bed and sleep for twelve hours. She had been fantasizing about it for the last two hours. She dragged herself into the break room, relieved that she could leave soon. She spotted Peter already there and offered him a tired smile.

"Coming or going?" She asked curiously. Sometimes, it was hard to tell around here, especially with all the hours that they had been doing lately.

Daisy had reached out to Rodolphus the morning after the tragedy that had happened at the grand opening. She still couldn't shake the guilt of what had happened. They had been there to prevent anything like that happening...and yet, there had been a murder. Daisy was trying not to focus on it, and instead focus on moving forward. She wanted to focus on figuring out who had been behind it, and she wanted to know if Rodolphus had any ideas. She had expected to meet with him at his office, so she had been surprised when he had countered with a coffee shop. But never one to shy away from something, she had agreed and arrived promptly at their agreed upon time.

He wasn't hard to miss, so she immediately went towards his table. "Thanks for meeting with me," she smiled but it didn't reach her eyes the way it usually did. "I wish it could be under less...tragic circumstances, though."

Even though Daisy was only a few older than Peter and his friends, she often times felt like she was decades older after everything she had been through and lost. Somehow they seemed so much younger than she had been at their age and she wasn't so sure that she would have willingly joined the Order at twenty-four. They were braver than she was, she was quite sure of that. Daisy didn't think that she would have joined if Jasper was alive. They would have had a family to take care of, they had been talking about settling down and having kids before the accident. But now? Now Daisy was untethered to the mortal world, but she had to fight for Jasper.

"So this is where you spend all your time," Daisy mused, stepping up beside Peter. "They did a nice job with making it look pretty. I bet this place doesn't usually look like this, huh?" She asked curiously.

The corridors were packed and she had somehow lost sight of Valerian. Well...she had last left him at the bar and when she returned he had been gone, not surprising, really, but it was rather annoying. Just another thing to add to the horrible night. She still couldn't believe that Morcant was getting married. And Arden had known and didn't warn her ahead of time. The two of them were always keeping their damned secrets. That certainly hadn't changed from when they were children. It had been just as irritating then as it was now.

She was growing frustrated that nothing had gone her way tonight, and she nearly snapped at someone who stepped in her way, before she realized it was Rodolphus Lestrange. The last person that she should be snapping at. "Oh, Mr. Lestrange, how lovely to see you!" Bryony forced a smile onto her lips. "It seems that I've lost my husband, you haven't happened to see Valerian anywhere have you?"