The book store was always one of Mercy's favourite places, coming in close second was the local cafe. Walking along the isles of new books made Mercy smile, the smell of paper filled her lungs. Walking out the door with no luck of finding the right book, she set off to the only place she knew would make her day a little better.

After ten minutes of walking she walked into the Leaky Cauldron straight to the back and out the back door, taking out her wand she tapped the brick wall and watched it fall back into each other. Walking through Diagon Alley was a breath of fresh air, sadly, this was the first time she's been here since getting expelled from Hogwarts. Everything was mostly the same, all expect for some new businesses here and there. Mercy marched off for the only book store that would satisfy her needs.

Walking through the narrow isles was like walking through the past, the only time she was ever in here was when she was eleven. Scanning many books, she found herself wander into the children's section. Smiling to herself she recognized many of the children's stories, remembering how her mother read her most of these when she was just a child. Walking back towards the exit, a book caught Mercy's eye. On an empty table, one book was propped up against the window. Mercy rushed up and grabbed the book staring back down at the cover, it was The Beetle and the Bard. This was her mother's favourite book, full of all her favourite childhood stories. Mercy marched up the checkout desk and quickly paid before returning outside for some friend air, with one last glance at Diagon Alley she apperated back home.

She rushed to the couch, slumping down into the cushions she opened the book and began scanning the pages. Memories flooded her mind as another smile spread across her face, she hadn't remembered smiling this much in ages.

The phone rang causing Mercy to jump, setting the book aside she ran to the kitchen and quickly answered the phone.

'Hello?'

'Is this Mercy Langton?'

'Why, yes'

'Oh thank goodness your alright!' A woman exclaimed

'Excuse me?'

'Oh, Mercy. Don't you remember me? From your visit in New York?' She asked but when Mercy made no sound nor comment the woman chuckled 'Merlins beard, it's your grandmother! Alice'

'Oh' Mercy said fiddling with the phone cord

'I'm sorry about what happened, I don't know what I was thinking. You must be going through a rough time'

'How so?'

'Your mother and sister passing and your father, who knows where he is' her grandmother huffed

'I mean, that happened years ago now. I've kinda gotten used to being alone'

'What happened with the boy, the one you were with in New York'

'Um, he's off writing another book' Mercy shrugged

'Anyways' her grandmother cut in 'I was wondering if you wanted some company? If I came down to London and stayed with you for a bit' she trailed off

'Er, I mean... why not? You are my grandmother' Mercy chuckled

'Fantastic! I'll be there in a few hours'

The phone line went dead, Mercy sighed placing the phone back on the wall. The more she thought about it, she could really use some company.

A knock was heard from the front door, Mercy dragged herself over to the door and swung it open to reveal the same man from a couple days before.

'Miss Langton?' He asked looking up from his clip board

'Yes?'

'Another single rose for a Miss Mercy Langton, sent for delivery five hours ago' he explained 'sign here'

Mercy frowned signing the clipboard as the man handed her the rose, Mercy stuck her head out a little further out the door peering out into the street.

'Where was this ordered?' She asked

'From our shop, obviously'

Mercy wasn't in the mood for jokes.

'Where is your shop located?'

'Um, just beside the London Eye... you know where that is' he asked looking uncomfortable

'Can you tell me who sent this?'

'No, sorry. I guess it was sent anonymously but if we did know I wouldn't have the right to tell you' he shrugged walking off down the sidewalk 'have a goodnight'

Mercy closed the door, retreating into the kitchen she placed the new rose beside the other. She moved the vase in front of the window, hoping the sun would come out more often. Mercy moved the flowers around in the vase as she noticed another piece of paper sticking up from the petals of the new rose. Carefully picking the paper again she read slowly,

Mercy frowned gripping the note in her hand, who was doing this? The only thing that had made sense was that Newt was behind this, yet, he knew this would only make her more upset so why do it? It's been four years, why wait so long?

Tears welled in her eyes, this was stupid- she thought. Crying over something so pathetic, she wiped her eyes and stuffed the note in her pocket as a loud crack echoed through the house. Mercy whipped around to see her frail little grandmother leaning against the kitchen table with a large grin spread across her wrinkly face.

'I mustn't do that anymore' she chuckled 'I'm not as young as I used to be'