"Yeah," Breccan nodded, chuckling a little at Woodcroft's gesture. That was the one positive of the situation--it was good he wasn't in the workshop when Ollivander had been, but he felt a little guilty for his employer.

"Still. Better things have happened. Worse ones, too, but we'll hopefully be rebuilding soon enough, either way." It was probably something that most people had read in the papers, but it was a comforting phrase to Breccan, 'rebuilding.'

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Thanks, Elaine!

"I'm sure everything'll be alright soon," Benji said, not because he was sure but because it was the thing people said, in this situation. Even if the constabulary blew up he'd still be expected to go through the motions of work, he suspected.

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"I hope so." Flooing into Hogsmeade had become routine for Breccan, and he would hate to have to leave. Besides that, he'd become used to the jobs of Ollivander's and did not want to go back to peddling on the street or working as his father did. He exchanged a knut with a vendor and accepted the small bag of lemon drops in return.

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Thanks, Elaine!

Benji exchanged his own knut for a bag of lemon drops, as well. "Well," he said, "I ought to get back to working - I'll see you around?"

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Breccan nodded, smiling. At least something good had come out of a week that had felt somewhat empty. "Good luck. Enjoy the lemon drops."

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Thanks, Elaine!