Jack had been doing her best to avoid the scene of the battle, but business had brought her to Hogsmeade and she simply could not get out of it. She could not hand off the job to anyone else, leaving her to travel into the small village of Hogsmeade. She kept her eyes from the hilly horizon that would reveal the ashen remnants of the historical shack, from the rotted-through reminder of the horrible cost of peace. Jack had to save the children, and knew, logically, that she was not to blame for Alexis' death. The roof collapsing at the exact time had been a freak accident - she had only meant to limit the woman's mobility.
But she had been unable to prevent the later death of Charlotte Topez as well, and the guilt of one death affirmed to need of guilt for the other. How could she only feel responsible for one? It was her way of thought anyway. She felt responsible for anything she could have prevented that was not.
Another rotten reminder was the face of Xemnas, a boy who looked strikingly similar to her own brother, only younger. She grimaced, wishing he was anywhere but there. She angled herself toward the Hog's Head, hoping the dirt and reputation of the place would scare the boy off. "Hey." She scowled. There it was. "I'm fine, Xemnas. Just going out for a pint."