While warmer months may be prime growing season, Immie typically found that her winters were more productive - both in demand and profit. Healing herbs were always rather popular at this time of year, whether they be curing (or preventing) the common cold or in gift-giving or simply worked into classic holiday recipes, and so Immie was never without some means of bringing in extra income. Not that she and Mac were struggling necessarily - though she’d be lying if she said that they weren’t toeing the line of being stretched thin some months - but it does help to have something to fall back on, especially around the holidays.

As such, Immie’s biweekly trek into Hogsmeade came around like clockwork, and armed with her grown goods and a few other important documents - packaged carefully into a travel bag thanks to an Extension Charm - in tow, Immie apparated as she usually did into the bustling village, though instead of making her way to the marketplace, she took a detour to Ollivander’s. She was honestly surprised when Mac decided to entrust her with this important errand; she would have thought that he’d want to carry it out himself, considering Mordred was his dragon, but perhaps it hurt too much. Her husband may not be one for displaying his feelings, but it wasn’t hard to see that he was obviously sad about it, and so he should be after spending over a decade caring for the creature.

With a bit of a sad sigh of her own, Immie pushed open the door of the wandshop, the bell overhead chiming her entrance followed by a cheerful greeting. Immie put on a grin that matched the gentleman’s broad one, and answered, “Hello! Mr. Ollivander, I presume?” She walked a few paces into the shop, coming to stand just before the front counter. “I’m here on a bit of sad business, I’m afraid.” Even though, truthfully, she was a little intrigued; she’d never witnessed a wand core harvest before. “My husband’s from a dragonkeeping family,” she explained. “Ours is not likely to make it through the year, and I’ve come to see about harvesting the cores for when our children come of age.” She hated to talk of Mordred as such, but it was a long-held MacFusty tradition that her children had every right to, and she wouldn't stand in the way of that.

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