She ceased looking around the workshop and turned back to him, her curiosity piqued. He had established independence, found a life for himself, and yet had become host to his family. Rosalie flinched inwardly at the thought of having to relocate home, of having to share space with Delphine and her parents after so long away. Mr. Greengrass was a better person than she for permitting such a transition at all.

"I'm sorry about your father." Her tone was genuine, her expression earnest. Rosalie still remembered the pang of loss all too well. "And yes, I did. I moved in with my aunt in London a few years ago." A lifetime ago now. Rosalie didn't want to dwell on those days. "She lives near the hospital. It's nice not having to floo everyday." The walks around London were refreshing, even if the smog was sometimes unbearable.

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