"It's doesn't matter." Anywhere. Greece, The North Sea, anywhere that would have provided an escape from this reality. Her arms folded tightly across her chest and she took one last look at the blank walls. Coming here was a mistake, even if Alfred had agreed with her. If anything, it was even more upsetting that he agreed. Jo couldn't be here a minute longer.

Her frown deepened, and before he could stop her again she made for the jar of floo powder. "Best of luck with the marriage. Probably best you don't invite me, with all the issues with Zelda and all." She likely wouldn't be in the country for it, anyway, but would've made the effort before this afternoon. Before the unfortunate realization that he was going to move on with his life and she was going to be ... nowhere. Alone.

She strode to the fireplace.