Jo looks over at him, at first confused, before she nods, an odd expression stealing on to her features. Half there, and half distant. Like it was uncertain where its feet belonged, in which emotion, maybe in which emotions of which decade even. It was almost easier to look at him than it was at that.
"I haven't spent a lot of time in Nebraska, or America for that matter, since I was twelve. Summer vacation, and winter mostly during school, and mostly when Sokka begged, and only until I was seventeen, too, before-" Jo has to sort of look at his hair, the roof of the car. Before she vanished. Name on the dotted line. Jo Harvelle, Gryffindor, reckless prankster with her own whole cabinet of files but perfect OWLS, perfect N.E.W.T.'s, graduated on one day, and on the next she never existed. At least not until three or four years later.
When she appeared officially on the bankroll of someone nobody as like the thirteenth nobody undersecretary to them. Though she never once stepped foot into an office and really never even remember the names of anyone she didn't actually work for.
"I don't think I've driven more than two or three times in a year for a while." Not when apparating worked so well, when so far, required so little. Even flying was so much faster. But it does beg the question. "Did she stay in Nebraska?"
I EVEN LEFT IT THERE! So you can see it before I delete it. It was 3 hours ago! *facepalm* Sorriest.
Jo looks over at him, at first confused, before she nods, an odd expression stealing on to her features. Half there, and half distant. Like it was uncertain where its feet belonged, in which emotion, maybe in which emotions of which decade even. It was almost easier to look at him than it was at that.
"I haven't spent a lot of time in Nebraska, or America for that matter, since I was twelve. Summer vacation, and winter mostly during school, and mostly when Sokka begged, and only until I was seventeen, too, before-" Jo has to sort of look at his hair, the roof of the car. Before she vanished. Name on the dotted line. Jo Harvelle, Gryffindor, reckless prankster with her own whole cabinet of files but perfect OWLS, perfect N.E.W.T.'s, graduated on one day, and on the next she never existed. At least not until three or four years later.
When she appeared officially on the bankroll of someone nobody as like the thirteenth nobody undersecretary to them.
Though she never once stepped foot into an office and really never even remember the names of anyone she didn't actually work for.
"I don't think I've driven more than two or three times in a year for a while." Not when apparating worked so well, when so far, required so little. Even flying was so much faster. But it does beg the question. "Did she stay in Nebraska?"