Bill, Charlie, and Molly are now sitting on the waiting seats, waiting for visiting hours to begin. Molly's been trying to hold her composure together for the sake of Cundrie, Cundrie needs her to be strong. Bill is right, she wouldn't want to see her crying shitless. Doesn't make this any easier for her. No, this is so hard.

Charlie bit his bottom lip. I hope this is worth it, he thought. Why did Cundrie abused the drugs and spray painted horrible things- he'll never understand. He's an agnostic, but it doesn't mean that he'll go on and commit blasphemy. Religion should be each person's right, and though it is her right to be atheist, it doesn't mean she can go around and disrespect Catholicism. The drawings were too far, Charlie had never wished more than to unsee the drawing in front of Centre Church that's on the process of being repainted. If he's still gnostic like Bill, he'd feel disrespected by that too.

"Visiting hours have begun." Molly immediately stood up anxiously, followed by Charlie and Bill. An Auror approached the three of them, and lead them to the room Bill remembers as the holding cell, opening the steel door, letting the three of them enter. Bill can see three teens, cuddling up to each other on the floor, leaning towards the bars, freely displaying their prisoner numbers on the back of their grey jumpsuits. Molly almost cried again, Cundrie looks so young there, cuddled up with her two friends. She doesn't hold herself to impossible standards or try to learn things that she shouldn't yet, resting in peace like a 13-year-old should.

"Cundrie." Cundrie fluttered their eyes open, seeing their mother and two brothers. Cundrie broke free from the cuddling to run up to where their mother is, letting their hands out through the gaps between the bars so that Molly can hold her. Molly took a deep breath in, noticing how thin and sunken Cundrie looks and how her hands are so sweaty. She's been reading books to understand drug addiction and withdrawal, and seeing her daughter going through this hurts her so.

"Mum?" Cundrie called, her smile growing wider. Molly nodded weakly.

"How are you?" Molly asked, swallowing her saliva. "Do they treat you good? Do they feed you well? Are you given the proper facilities to facilitate your needs?"

"Yes, Mum-" Cundrie bit her bottom lip. "I'm good."

"I really miss you, you know."

"I know-" Cundrie nodded. "I miss you too. I miss really hugging you, really touching you, laughing with you."

"So do I-" Molly rubbed circles on Cundrie's hands, touching her forehead with Cundrie's. "So do I."

"Mum?" Cundrie called. Molly hummed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, Cundrie-" Molly hold the sweaty hand tighter. "Anything."

"Can you buy me seconal capsules?" Cundrie begged. Molly's heart broke again, hearing how desperate her daughter looks. "I need it, it's been three days. Please, Mum. There's a dealer near Oliver's house."

"You know I can't do that, Cundrie-" Molly shook her head, looking at her daughter who's near tears already. "I can't give you that."

"Why not?" Cundrie asked. Molly bit her lips, preventing them from obviously quaking. "Please, you love me, don't you?"

"You can do this, Cundrie," Bill interrupted, touching her thin arms. Cundrie looks up to him. "I know it's hard, but you can do this. No one can help you but yourself, and we'll be with you. Don't they give you medications to ease you with your withdrawals?"

"They do, but the real thing is so much better-" Cundrie looked back at Molly, desperation can be very well read through her eyes. "Please, Mum. It's in the Highlands. It's just 6 galleons, 12 sickles and 2 knuts."

"I can't help you, Cundrie-" Molly shook her head weakly, sadness evident in her voice. "I want you to get better as quick as possible, and to let you do that, I can't fund your drug habits anymore. Only you can help yourself."

"Please, help me."

"I don't know if I'm allowed to bring something here, but this is this morning's Daily Prophet-" Molly takes out the papers she cried over this morning, showing the column to Cundrie. Cundrie can only sigh defeatedly, staring at the paper containing their mugshot. "I'm so sorry, Cundrie. There's nothing I can do to make them unpublish that blasted column."

"It's ok, Mum-" Cundrie weakly handed the Prophet back to her mother. "It's not your fault, you didn't leak the information. At least this time, it's all honest news."

"You don't deserve this-" Molly folded the Prophet, putting it in her bag. "What you deserve is a second chance, a clean slate. They've gone and tarnished your reputation."

"It's not like I didn't expect that-" Cundrie shook their head and sighed. "Just wished it isn't so soon. Maybe never, what business does the Prophet has in doing that?"

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Your visiting session has ended-" the same Auror walked in, holding the steel door open. Molly kissed her daughter's forehead repeatedly.

"I love you, ok?" Molly assured her. "Never forget."

"Come on, Mum-" Bill held her back, and Molly sobbed as she reluctantly lets Cundrie go. "Our time is up."

"I don't want to go."

"We have to, come on-" Bill pulled his mother in a tight embrace, heading for the steel door together. Charlie held Cundrie's hand, kissing it.

"I love you, sister," Charlie whispered, and Cundrie smiled sincerely. A look Charlie oh so misses.

"I love you too."

"Charlie," Bill called. Charlie pulls his hand off Cundrie, walking away from the cell.

"Coming!"

"Why do they always have visitors?" Charlie looked back to see Flint folding his arms to his chest, grumbling. Cundrie laughed.

"Because I'm worth it," Cundrie jokes, sticking their tongue out at Marcus. A sight he misses seeing from his little sister, Charlie tried to absorb as much as he can before the Auror closes the steel door.