It could be days or weeks from that night, but Melinda knew she was going to be leaving Diagon Alley soon. It was a strange feeling to be willingly walking away from her life, but the time had come. She was miserable being a fiancee, a proper pureblood and Charlie had offered her an out from it. She'd be a fool to pass that up.
Stepping out of her shop, Melinda set the wards behind her and drew her cloak tighter. It was cold. Her steps were quick and light, heels clicking against the street as she hurried to run a few errands before going home. As she passed the Prophet, or what had been the Prophet, Melinda paused for a moment. WAGE had been responsible for this and she was going to help them. Willingly. Her eyes flicked up to the wizard smoking. "Good evening, Nott," she said politely.