Lia's own thoughts matched Andrew's in a lot of ways. She had spent a vast majority of her existence being berated and beaten down by her mother, who had no problem reminding her daughter she wasn't anything special. She would make nothing of herself, and her family name, and would die young and alone because she was that stupid. And though perhaps to an extend, Lia was becoming that self fulfilling prophecy with her destructive tendencies, she also had her magic. Her magic made her special. It was something her mother didn't have, and a lot of the reason the woman probably hated her daughter so vehemently. She was not only afraid of what she was, and what her husband was, but what she wasn't. Jealousy was never a pretty thing, especially when you had the self confidence and life of another in your hand.
Now? Now it was gone. Just like her father had died, her stability had been taken from her, and her very sanity had been beaten out of her one night while cold, alone, and on the streets, her magic had left her. Nothing good ever stayed, nothing positive lasted forever. The world was just a deep, dark hole that one must continually fall through until they reached their final end at the bottom. Fuck, the idea almost seemed blissful some days.
And though Lia didn't know Andrew's story, she knew enough to know that he had enough on his plate. More than any individual their age should, and she would never judge another based on that. Instead, she was more than willing to offer any escape that she could, and perhaps that's why for the first time, she had brought something quite a lot harder than she was used to using herself on a daily basis. Things she only broke out when she wanted to be absolutely oblivious to the world. Numb. Maybe euphoric in her detachment from reality. So when he asked about something harder, she smiled, pulling her bag out from behind her and rummaging around, stopping momentarily when he brought up payment. "I'm.... I'm not doing this because I want something in return, Andrew. So don't worry about it, alright? Just think of it as one friend helping out another, with no expectations in return other than the knowledge that they made someone's life easier, if only for a little bit," she said with a slight shrug.
Pulling her hands out of her bag then she looked at him, gauging exactly what he might be interested in. "I... prefer muggle drugs, if I'm being honest. I have mushrooms. A little tiny bit of MDMA. Cocaine. Or..." she cut herself off, taking out a clear package with a ball of an extremely dark substance, "My personal favorite, opium. You know, for when you really want to forget the entire world and feel fucking wonderful." Shrugging, she left it up to him. "I have a few other odds and ends, I guess just tell me what you're interested in and I'll see if I can help."