Again we go around
It's been awhile since Molly was in Xanadu, but she needs a break. The situation at home was tense in a way no one wanted to talk about - not her father, not her mother, and certainly not Harry. Bob would talk to her, some, but mainly in the capacity of appreciating her wardrobe choices.
Sometimes, a girl just needed to ride a tilt-a-whirl until she couldn't walk a straight line. (She'd pray she wasn't magical enough yet to put it on the fritz.) And Xanadu was a convenient answer to a place where she could get away without causing too much tumult.
She wonders if Murphy is still kicking around the place. But, for now, she's mainly just wandering the carnival, eating cotton candy that matches her hair color and keeping an eye out for anyone who looked to be in the mood for a chat.
Sometimes, a girl just needed to ride a tilt-a-whirl until she couldn't walk a straight line. (She'd pray she wasn't magical enough yet to put it on the fritz.) And Xanadu was a convenient answer to a place where she could get away without causing too much tumult.
She wonders if Murphy is still kicking around the place. But, for now, she's mainly just wandering the carnival, eating cotton candy that matches her hair color and keeping an eye out for anyone who looked to be in the mood for a chat.