Most friendships curated throughout Jo's time in Hogwart's had withered away through time. International letters were costly, and when the best news her old friends had to share were of marriages and children...well, she lost interest rapidly. The Smith's were procreating as though they had some mass desire to repopulate the world, and as such Jo required no further connections to children. The bizarre names her siblings chose (again, Jo bemoaned the choice of 'Lawyer') were hard enough to remember on their own.

Zelda, however, hadn't married or procreated yet. If anything, the former Hufflepuff most resembled Jo without the wanderlust. Theirs was a friendship maintained with a steady flow of letters (and beer when the occasion arose). Not to mention Zelda was a good sounding board when Jo was stumped by a certain find. Working in the department of mysteries had it's perks, she supposed.

"Dear lord, what happened to you?" Jo demanded as she fell into the booth Zelda was occupying. The girl looked afright - hair a mess, ink stained fingers. Jo knew her friend to be a dedicated worker (yet another reason to maintain their friendship) but this was just excessive.