"Anything is better than nothing," she commented a tad bitterly. Nothing was where she presently stood and it was awful. Surely, even being capable of mending a dress or a cut was better than being as useless as a bloody muggle. (Not that Jo held any ill will towards muggles, seeing as her family was very closely tied to them, but still. She grew up being capable of magic! Losing that ability was more frightening than Jo had ever imagined.)

"So how do we do this?"