"My da lives over in Hammersmith." she said with a nod, "Not too far, still in London, but far enough away that we're not intruding on his privacy."
She knew that her father needed his privacy, plus living with him had just been too sad. He missed her mother so much. She couldn't blame him. The killers had never been identified for sure or caught, other then being death eaters, it made it hard to have closure. "This flat is nice, there is a park right down the street and a community garden up on the roof deck. They grow lots of things up there, vegetables and the like, but nothing overtly magical."