"So new residents at the clinic?" She asked, thinking of the wounded and sick animals that he cared for. Andromeda would head over there tomorrow with Nymphadora to see what she could help with. It'd give Dora a chance to run around, too.
The news that Hogsmeade had been irrevocably damaged saddened her in a way that she'd not anticipated. Andromeda thought of the cheery streets, of the shoppes and homes. "Remember the time we hid behind Honeydukes?" she asked softly, her eyes falling to some half-remembered vision. "I'd dragged you in by your tie... you were eating ice mice, I think." And just like that, Andromeda was back, looking at him with concern her voice. "That's gone? And it's fortunate if only that's gone. It was a terrible thing that happened, but so few deaths. It could have been much worse." And because she was nothing if not realistic: "It may be much worse, in upcoming months, and you'll go out there again, won't you?"