Hurrying as quickly as her heels would allow, Maisie had made her way with a bag of chocolate wands clutched tightly in her delicate hands. It had been quite difficult to make it through all the destruction and horrifying sights, but somehow she had made it through with almost all her manicured nails in perfect condition. Her fiery red curls were unkempt and there were smudges of dirt, among other things, upon her cheeks.

"And I brought some chocolat," she added breathlessly with a wave of the bag. Chocolate wands to be precise. She had been adding them to the display in the front window of her shop with the patronus had arrived. "Please, 'elp yourselves."