Morag's business in London had taken longer than she'd thought. The farm was in financial trouble since the war and she'd decided it was time she was no longer a burden on her brother and mother. She'd had her inheritance from her father, and it was enough to purchase an empty building in Diagon that would soon become The Kitchen Witch Inn. She hated London, but it would be her own little slice of sanity. The apartments above the common room, dining room, and kitchen would serve well for her and there was a room for Saoirse if she wished to live there as well.
She'd just come from Gringotts and her curiosity got the better of her. The new appearances in Diagon had her keen to see the building that had popped up where they all lived. But she didn't make it further than the path outside the building when she found a wand pointed at her chest and a rather handsome and terrified man holding it. He must be a new one She thought, instinctively.
"Hey... hey now... there's no need fer tha', mate." She spoke gently with the same voice she used for spooked horses. "Yer alrigh' I promise." She ignored the people around them and slowly took a step forward with her hands in the air so he'd see she wasn't armed. "I can help ye understand, if ye could jist... put th' wand down a bit. My name's Morag MacDougal. Wha's yers?"