"Ah..." Isaac held the blanket and the banana for a moment, blinking at them, then at the bottle of water that materialised in his hands. "Thanks." What else was he supposed to do? He just wanted to get home, wash all the grit and grime off, and then collapse.
Instead, he ate the banana, drank the water, and handed the blanket back. "I think his mum's still alive, but I can't be sure. I'm gonna head home, get clean, see about some sleep - I'll... you know. Write you a little note in those journals or something if I find his mum or somebody else. Her whole family's dead. Half of them were killed at the wall, but I think something got to the other ones before then. And I think she's a Witch. I didn't catch it all, but it seemed like the Muggles were the ones doing the killing there. It's all so fucking fucked up."