Uncertain Change // Dolohov & Walburga
It was another dreadful day in which Walburga had been left to take care of things at home while Orion was off doing Salazar knew what on his own. Grimmauld Place needed repairs, and Walburga was the one tasked with figuring out what to do. It meant a trip to Diagon Alley for a few potions to restock their cupboards, tracking down someone who might be able to repair a chandelier, and looking for a craftsman Walburga could trust to replace the wooden banister at the stairs.
She had apparated to her favorite potions shop, only to find it transformed into some sort of imitation fashion store. Young witches streamed in and out of the store, carrying packages of outfits Walburga had undoubtedly worn, with more finesse and expense, she was sure. She sneered at the window display, looking at a slinky green number she was certain she’d seen Druella wear at least three years ago.
Yes, change was in the air, that was undeniable. And not all of it was good.
Rolling her eyes she turned to look for the new location of the potions shop, spying a pureblood she felt comfortable enough talking to. Not part of the elite, but one nonetheless. She stalked over to him, robe trailing behind her as she walked.
“You there, Dolohov.” Walburga came to a stop in front of him, arms crossed as she eyed him with reservation. “That shop there, it used to be a potion store. Do you knew what happened to the owner?” By nature, Walburga had learned trust was a gift only given to the most deserving. It took too long to break in a new store clerk, anyway.
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