Zinnia hadn't really paid attention to the time, she rarely did. She never felt the need to focus on such things. It seemed a rather common character trait among the Pott girls to simply float through life and enjoy it. Her sister didn't seem to be too bothered by the lapse in time either, having brought a book to busy herself. Zinnia, herself, wished she'd have brought a sketchbook with her. Instead, her focus fell onto the sweet and sour treat at hand and before she knew it, she was nearly half way through with it.

Then a familiar face came into view accompanied by a familiar voice. She smiled up at Mr. Tilcott as he took a seat at the table, waving off his apologies. "No apologies needed," she said easily, still smiling, "I'm sure you're a busy man now that the fog is gone and I've got nothing better to do really." Not to mention, she'd needed a good excuse to get to London. The craving for lemon sweets had never left her and London was the only place she could get them until Honeydukes was repaired.

Glancing to her left at her sister, the small scars on her cheek became more apparent before she turned back to him with a faint shrug. "I'm well enough," she said as she lifted her right hand to show she no longer had a brace on it, "Once the fog lifted, I returned to the hospital and they were able to do a little bit of magic work to help with my broken wrist. It's almost like new now!" She hadn't bothered with them mending the scars on her cheek though, actually finding them to be quite interesting. They weren't terribly awful but they were still noticeable to anyone that looked close enough. The dimples in her cheeks when she smiled only emphasized the scars, puckering a little more on the right side.

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