Rosalie hadn't known what to expect from Mr. Greengrass this afternoon, but a speedwalk through his home wasn't anywhere near her thoughts. The house seemed cozy and nicely (if a bit outdated) decorated. That none of his siblings — he had sisters, if she recalled correctly, at least two of them — were present was strange given the time of day. But she supposed she ought to be relieved that there were no strange interactions to have to navigate.

"I'd imagine you have to replenish your Draught of Peace stock often at this time of year." She commented. Rosalie had certainly needed one to get through the holidays with her gathered family.

"I'm off today, my parents live nearby so I took the morning to spend with them." That she left Hogsmeade for London had to be common knowledge by now, right? Rosalie followed him out the door and towards the smaller building in the back, noticing how his shoulders seemed to sag in relief. "I apologize for not heading back here first, I didn't see the workshop from the street."

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