If I can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you
You know how to hold me just right
August 15th, 1890 — Athens, Greece
Two and a half days were all they had remaining to them after falling into bed together. Two and a half days to commit him to memory before parting for what would likely be months (if not a year) of separation. Such was the painful reality of their situation since neither of them were willing to dramatically alter their lives. They would continue to write, of course, but eventually — sooner than later most like — Zach would find someone local to Hogsmeade and forget all about their week in Greece. It was unfortunate and terribly sad, especially when she considered him the first she felt these feelings for, but what was there to do? Settling in Hogsmeade was not an option for her and she wasn't about to ask Zach to uproot the shop.
Jo held his hand tight in hers as they walked down the magical dock in Athens. Thankfully, she'd thought to book her return trip to Cairo upon arrival in Athens, for had she not likely would've insisted on them both being late for their returns. If only he had a more flexible job. If only she wasn't filled to the brim with wanderlust. If only, if only, if only. "We'll write." She repeated for what might have been the tenth time that afternoon. Jo never had issues leaving before now — she was never the sort to look back. Now, the selfish part of her wished to knock him unconscious and drag him aboard the ship. Even more than that, the selfish part of her wanted him to give up Hogsmeade for her.
It still wasn't possible, but a girl could dream.