This? Was hell. This was the very definition of hell. If someone had forced Mols to describe hell, after she made some comments about how hell was something of your own creation and could be surmounted with effort, this is what she would describe. And, naturally, it was something of her own creation. That would take effort to surmount, but for the time being it-
Well, it was unpleasant, to say the least of it, but once Zoe ran off there was no longer the same emotional punch of seeing her own child desperately trying to get away from her, just like both children did in the future. And while Lucy had made the good point that Mols only saw some of the situation in her vision-
Lucy hadn't seen Zoe's eyes when Zoe looked at Molly.
Mols took the opportunity to school her face into neutrality as Hugo went to sit on the fence, but good Godric, why Hugo? Why couldn't it have been almost anyone else the child had gone to? It could have been a Death Eater. It could have been wild wolves. Either would feel less like a slap in the face.
Plan. Yes, she needed a plan for the temporary child because pawning her off on Hugo and letting him deal with this as Zoe preferred was a coward's way out, and Mols refused to let herself be tripped up by Delphine like this. She faced Hugo without actually looking at him, instead focusing on a space just next to his ear. "It's a complicated situation that I already knew some of," she began in clipped tones, and honestly that was the absolute extent of the background information she was going to give Hugo because her vision was none of his business, even if Zoe apparently felt free to share what should have been privileged information with all and sundry.
"If you can take care of her for the rest of the day," and she held herself back from a comment about the oversized sun protection, "then I will try to reason with her at the party you were discussing, and see if she might come with me instead. But I strongly suspect that if you left her with me right now, she would sneak b- away. Thoughts?"
Asking Hugo for his thoughts on a matter, because he seemed to have a better handle of it than her? Ugh.