Ever since the arrival of Cash's letter yesterday evening, Ang had been on edge. She'd known things weren't good. He was spiraling and she could tell, but she couldn't tell quite how bad. If there was anything the two of them knew about the other, it was what their impending crash looked like. They had been through far too much together to be anything but hyper-aware of things like that. Fortunately she hadn't had anything overtly crazy happen in the last few years; she knew she had missed out on too much of Cash's life in those times she was gone, but she hoped that he would have told her if there was something she needed to know.

Ang had to assume that's what this visit was for. It was late, she had the good bourbon out, two glasses sitting on the coffee table as she lounged on the couch with a book. It had taken quite a bit of self-control not to pour a glass and drink the whole thing before got there. She had an interview next week at the ministry for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. It wasn't cursebreaking, but with the amount of incidents Hogsmeade seemed to have over the years, she hardly thought it was going to be boring. It was cursebreaking on a smaller scale and it allowed her to be home and available to her family. It was high time she stepped up.

She kept checking her pocket watch anxiously, for what felt like the fifteenth time in as many minutes when the hearth finally lit up green to announce Cash's arrival. "Hi," she greeted softly, sitting up better and closing her book. She eyed him critically, taking in his appearance from his expression to the countenance of his stance and everything in between. Her mind had been reeling about what exactly he wanted to talk to her about and now she wanted every detail she could get, including his body language.