closed starter for cho [[@sinkswim]]
“Cho!” Neville slid into the line at the St. Mungo’s cafeteria right after her, offering a smile. It was the tail end of the lunch rush and the whole place was relatively empty and quiet. It had been a good visit with Alice and Frank today. “How’s it been with your patients today?” he asked her. He ran into Cho fairly often at St. Mungo’s; she had a much happier job, generally, than the Healers who worked with his parents.
He held up a worn book. “I read this to my parents today. Apparently my mum read this to me when she was pregnant with me. Kinda heavy reading for you know, a baby...” He looked bemused. His parents were really amazing, really interesting people. He could only imagine what it would have been like to have friends round at theirs, growing up. Because they had been so interconnected with their community, he had the fortune to keep learning bits and pieces about their lives before their torture. At the same time, sometimes it really seemed like his parents were strangers he’d never met at all.