Even if half the table is immersed in catch-up and food, they all move too much and they're all new. And Jo keeps following what they are doing. In what are less than covert glances, that don't conceal her disinterest.

She's so used to knowing her surroundings better. Even if she had heard about this place from nearly infancy.







A lot in the last few years, when her Mom would blister her Dad's ears for pointing out it didn't matter how many muggle schools kicked her out because she was bound for Hogwarts.


Seven years. Seven years.



How many minutes had she been here again?