Cynthia would happily try anything if it held the potential to make her feel better. She swallowed the foul tasting medicine with a forced gulp and after wards smiled up at George, grateful to him for helping. Letting her head fall forwards, Cynthia leaned against George for support. She knew the medicine would knock her unconscious soon. When George spoke about bringing in the radio, Cynthia suddenly remembered something very important. Although he and Fred only focused on the safety of fellow magical folk, she wondered if they could track down information on her family?

"Do you recall when I told you that my parents, and my unknown younger sibling, moved to America?" Cynthia had let everyone believe that her family had abandoned her in England, but that wasn't the truth, as George was about to learn. "I cast an Obliviate Charm on them," she confessed with tears beginning to build along her lashes. "Even prevented my unknown sibling from developing memories of me." It was for their own protection, of course. Cynthia knew that Muggles were Voldemort's targets and that no one would be safe from his Death Eaters in England.

"Would it be possible for you and Fred to collect any information about them?" Just to know that they're still alive and healthy. "I changed their names. They now have the last name Smith." 

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Draco, honestly, didn't know what to think of Lillian. He knew she was the daughter of Snape, a man he trusted and even admired, but aside from that information, little was known about her as an individual. When she mentioned that his mother had gone to her for help, Draco was at least given a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. His mother always looked out for him. He just hoped that she would not be endangering herself in the process. 

"I don't know what to think," Draco admitted openly to Lillian. "Your father is Severus Snape, but you hold secrets of your own." Everyone does, especially those in Slytherin house. Darkness consumed Draco's room and only a few rays of light entered from a nearby window. The lack of clarity from the poorly lit environment kept secret the redness of Draco's eyes. He'd been crying.