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Graeme had no idea what had been going on at the shop while he was at home, trying to convince Jackson to actually put the food he had placed in front of him into his mouth and not chuck the cheerios at his dad, giggling each time Graeme caught a piece of the cereal in his mouth, acting like a goalie who was blocking shots. Needless to say, the time he was spending at home with their son (who was going to be 2 next month – bloody hell, time flew by) was a complete 180 from what his wife was going through with her sister. When he saw his journal flash, he responded to it as soon as possible, still dodging a cheerio or two before he quickly gathered the little tyke into his arms and told him he was going to see his Nana. He didn’t even have much time to explain why he had to drop him off so suddenly, because Graeme wasn’t even entirely sure, but he knew Giada needed him.

He arrived at the store as soon as he was able to get himself into a secluded area of the muggle community where his parents lived so he could apparate, opening the door to step inside, looking around for the blonde who had summoned him there. He hadn’t expected his vision to have to drop to find her kneeling on the floor. She looked…broken, moreso than the store, and that was saying something. He gaped at the mess as he approached her, crouching down in front of her. The words she spoke caused him to furrow his brows, worry and concern both very clear in the way he was looking at her. He reached a hand out in order to grab hold of the one of her own that she had been brushing back through her hair.

“She doesn’t-….” He started, but he looked around the store again, not daring to continue on since he was sure assuring her that her sister didn’t hate her was not going to help in this instance. Instead he just let out an almost defeated breath, at a loss.

"What happened...?" He started, but before he let her start, he held up a finger as a gesture for her to give him just a second, standing to his feet in order to run into the other room, grabbing a glass and filling it with some water before returning to her, crouching back down and offering her the drink. "Do you want to talk about it?"