Why was she so damned nervous, Becky wondered as she smoothed out the creases in her skirts for the umpteenth time. Of course, she knew the answer: she was meeting up with a brother whom she could not help but feel as though she abandoned—the person whose opinion of her mattered above all others. What if Jamie had only arranged this meeting to give her the tongue lashing she no doubt deserved? Worse still, what if her brother stood her up to teach her a lesson in abandonment?

Rebecca Grey knew she did her brother a great disservice by even considering such things, but nonetheless was anxious as she made her way down the crowded streets of Diagon Alley towards Fudge & Son.

When she saw him, all her worries evaporated and Becky's face broke out in a wide grin as she launched herself at her little brother, arms thrown about his neck in a hug.

"How good it is to see you—you cannot even imagine!" the witch gushed as she released him, hands sliding down to grip his arms lightly instead. "Goodness, you've grown!