After what was deemed to be the worst of all wizarding wars had come to a close, the world had slowly returned to its peaceful state. Several Death Eaters were still on the run or were in hiding, but it didn't seem to bother anyone seeing as they hardly made appearances to make anyone want to worry. Some reformed themselves after finding their master was truly human after all, a human that could be defeated by a puny boy at that, while others simply waited for a new dark lord. So far, the idea hardly panned out.<br/><br/>It had been three years since the battle of Hogwarts, three years since the turmoil, but still people talked of it as if it were just yesterday. News of Harry Potter was everywhere. Harry Potter becomes an Auror! Harry Potter marries! It really was ridiculous according to some, but few would say it.<br/><br/>It was now the middle of September, the gray skies of England were pouring rain heavily on those who were unlucky enough to have to go out on the streets, one of which being a young blonde by the name of Genevieve,  (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/342/2/2/2232baabec6928e1e104779172d0a62e-d34gas6.jpg) who at the moment was hurrying herself to the Leaky Cauldron so that she could get into Diagon Ally and start her own day of work at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Not exactly a choice job for a Pureblood such as herself, but it was a start she supposed. Since the wars, Gen had been left orphaned. Her parents were one of many followers of the Dark Lord though they never spoke it out loud. Not even Gen knew what her parents were until she had come across their bodies among the table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. She couldn't understand it at all, but there they were, covered in blood, their eyes closed as if they were merely sleeping. She had been a student at that time, it was her sixth year in Slytherin house, and though many Slytherin's fled the battle, she remained there at the aid of it, wanting to help in any way she could. It had hardly been an easy year, but she still worked hard to make her parents proud, as well as her late Potions professor. Potions had become her best subject of all, never did she get a low mark. Each of their deaths had left a scar on Gen, but all she could do was move on from it.<br/><br/>Finally arriving to her destination, Gen put away her umbrella and straightened out her long blue dress. "Morning, George." Her voice was soft, sweet spoken, had there been anyone else in the building it would have been missed, especially with George's little ear problem, but as it was empty she was certain he had heard her. Grabbing an apron, she quickly went to work.