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Not that Elsie wanted to admit it, but times were getting tough. With three people living on only her salary, one of them being a tiny boy, life was becoming more difficult with each and every passing day. Her brother had heard of Elliot being unable to work, and had offered to help out with expenses, which Elsie accepted with a kind of desperate guilt, but her family always came first. At times she felt like she'd woken up from a long sleep and didn't recognize the life that she was in right now. Married to a werewolf, stepmother to his child, working as a shop-witch in a bookstore—it was nowhere where she thought she'd be when she was getting ready to leave Hogwarts. Back when she thought about the future and what she aspired to be, before her father died.

She frowned at herself, knowing being melancholy helped nothing. Breathing a sigh of tired impatience through her nose, Elsie looked up from the ledger she was busily attending to to stare at the clock. Just a few more minutes until Elliot came into the store to pick her up for lunch.

That was another thing that twisted her stomach—they wouldn't always be able to afford outings like this, even though they were mostly inexpensive, frivolous little things in the grand scheme of things. But Elsie was adamant that they happen, wanting to impose some normalcy into their lives. Well, this was how it was done.

Deciding Maddox wouldn't be too upset with her for leaving for lunch just a minute or two early, she began to pack her up thing when a sudden commotion distracted her. Looking up, startled, her gaze was drawn to the window where it appeared that utter chaos had broken out onto the street. As her tired eyes, suddenly wide-awake, darted to-and-from the frantically moving figures on the street, she could make out certain shapes, attired in a manner she was all too familiar with. Fear clutched at her, turning her throat dry and blood cold.