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[attr="class","reasonsmallisobel"]You thought you'd found a friend To take you out of this place Someone you could lend a hand In return for grace

[attr="class","reasonbodisobel"]Isobel had been so excited about Hermione and Harry’s return to London that she’d nearly forgotten her errands for the day. She’d wanted to pick up a few things at the market for the shop and run a few ideas by her employees for how they could better market to those suffering from Epidemic X, but her reunion had gone on longer than she’d anticipated. Not that she minded, really. In the slightest, actually. Isobel had been so excited to see Mione and to catch up on everything that had happened that she blamed herself for losing track of time.

By the time she’d caught the train to Ottery St. Catchpole, it was well past the time the morning market closed up shop. Without magic, travel was made even more difficult. They had to hop trains and catch cabs. Isobel knew they couldn’t even use broomsticks any longer – not that she had ever been particularly fond of travel by broom, but still. Fortunately for Isobel, she knew a few people in Ottery that would be glad to see her.

It was her second time in Ottery in a few weeks – but she never got tired of the picturesque little village. Maybe she could convince Michael that they should move out to the country when the kids got a bit older. Perhaps when Pearson went off to Hogwarts.

That day was fast approaching, as much as Isobel didn’t want to admit it. In only a few years, her youngest son would be on his way to Hogwarts to join Riannon on the adventure of a lifetime. Honestly, she didn’t want to think about it too much. The prospect of being an empty nester was unsettling. Though, she knew Michael would be quick to remind her that their nest would only be empty nine months out of the year. It wasn’t like the kids were going off forever. Is just had a tendency to overreact – jump to the worst conclusion and run with it until someone slowed her down.

When she finally arrived in Ottery, Isobel knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to see Cho. They’d been friends since Hogwarts – dorm mates and even Dumbledore’s Army comrades. Popping by The White Rabbit – which she was now rather fond of given that she knew how to order a cappuccino, she grabbed two coffees and made her way down the streets. Her feet knew the way to carry her, Isobel arrived at The Quibbler’s offices and immediately found her way to Cho’s cubical. Standing there, she grinned down at her friend.

“Hey, Cho,” Isobel said, standing in her doorway and raising the cups of coffee with a smile. She’d always liked her cousin. Something about Meredith felt more like home than her own siblings. “Brought you a three p.m. pick me up.”

[attr="class","reasontagisobel"]Cho Chang | 471 | OUTFIT

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[attr="class","title1"]Beautiful Day

[attr="class","subtitle1"]Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

[attr="class","wordz"]"Circe, Semiramis, and the Li Shao Two-- I could marry you right now." Cho's face brightened on the arrival of her friend, and she rose up quickly to embrace her.

The day wasn't. . .particularly hard-- no, Luna never overworked them, and she never tried to get them to do more than she believed they wouldn't do. It was just that this article, this stupid article, was killing her. It was a blank slate, and Cho had written twelve different versions of it already. She knew there were many who would say it was overkill, but the Quibbler was allowed to print the more serious works as long as it printed the more ridiculous. Luna's piece on the minister was proof of that, and usually after pieces like that, they needed to be subtler, burying questions under layers.

Of course, if they could just charm everything, things would easier. But few of them had magic anymore, and so everything had to done and buried under layers.yes, journalism was supposed to have no bias, but what of it when simply stating facts seemed biased? You had to hide that then, and making a conspiracy theories about Plimpies allude to a leap in hope that was sure to lead to having to live with Death Eaters in perpetual stress was not how Cho had gotten her degrees.

She ought to have stayed a Quidditch player, she thought glumly. True, she'd be out of a job, but the League was officially shut down, after all. Never mind that the Tornadoes stayed in top shape, that Wood ran Puddlemere with an iron fist, that the Harpies ignored the restrictions. Also never mind that she'd had to quit for her own emotional safety. And she wasn't going to just lounge around and spend money-- those were different cousins of hers, and she would not just live off money ehr family had. That was irresponsible and childish, and she would have died of boredom. But she was able to take lower-paying jobs for her own enjoyment, luckily. She hadn't earned quite enough from Quidditch, and once Jae-gyu had died, she'd technically had to support her children on her own salery.

But she didn't need to worry about that anymore, because they were safe-- safer-- with her family. Jian-Min was in Korea with his uncle Kwan, Nari and Jin in Singapore with the Youngs, and it had been far too long but-- surely, right now, with the illness, they would understand more, wouldn't they? All she had to do was keep Nick from getting sick, somehow though with him training to be a Healer, she wasn't quite sure how that would happen.

So of course, with the damned article, she hadn't been able to focus, not when it was being so stubborn. "Is, I swear to all you're saving my life right now. This," she said, half-seriously, "is the greatest service you've ever done for me, and I include the time you saved me from morning sickness with Nari and Nian-min."

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