A small smile graced the brunette’s lips as she squatted down to eye-level for the small boy that she had brought to Hogsmeade with her today. She gently caressed his cheek, “This is Madam Puddifoot’s, love. This is where my friends and I would hang out when the school would give us the weekend to explore.”

The blonde-haired boy gave her a toothy grin. “When you was still a student, Moms?”

Beatrice chuckled softly and ruffled his hair. “That’s right. Let’s go get something to eat while we wait for your Aunt Elliot, okay?”

They boy nodded enthusiastically in response.