"Both." Malou's truthful answer was soft spoken but held conviction, "But specifically this weekend." Oddly, given his career and her insight into the mentality of an auror after all these years living with Fallon Malou suspected that Mr. Prewett might actually understand. Mrs. Bagshot certainly didn't, Malou had often suspected that Mr. Bagshot might, but her godmother was had never worked a day in her life. To her work was supporting her husband socially, hosting society events and keeping their life running smoothly. But for Malou that had never seemed fulfilling. Sure, her mother had seemed at peace with her life, but Malou had always been too curious. Not to mention some part of her mind always assumed her mother's happiness in her role stemmed from the fact that she was often much to ill to do anything more. Malou had loved her life, loved her mother, but by the time she had finished her OWLS she had been aware that she wanted more with her life. If her decision hadn't already been made that fateful summer, it would have been simply by nature of what had happened. Indeed, their passings had only strengthened Malou's resolve, cemented her desire to help as much as possible. It was why Mrs. Thompsett's death haunted her so badly, she never wanted another child to lose a parent. She understood that pain too well.