Jo raised her eyebrows, but this time her mouth pulled out toward a curl. "Yeah. That sounds like her."

Like every complaint her father ever made, about never staying in the muggle round and getting into twice as much trouble with the kinds of things found on their side of the line than anyone on the other side. If there had to be angels, Ellen Harvelle would totally be down for that kind of thing somehow. Jo liked to think a lot of traits came down to that, too. Straight up blood and sass, as much as any iota of magic made her who she was, too.