Cho had roll of parchment full of possible positions in her pocket and was seriously thinking of apparating home, more than tired from a long morning spent being personable and pleasant to potential employers.
"Hush," she murmured to the fox in hopes of stemming her endless complaining about how job hunting bored her. When she heard her name, it didn't register at first. But then the sound came again from nearly directly behind her.
Spinning, she came face to face with someone she had once known quite well. Cho pressed her hand against her chest hard enough that the amulet dug into her skin. "Michael," she breathed. Other than a few glimpses of old classmates and that single day spent in Richard Summerby's company, Cho had managed to avoid most of the people she knew best and now she was confronted with an old boyfriend.
She was very tempted to flee. The fox snickered at her discomfort and slipped closer to the surface of her thoughts to examine Michael through Cho's eyes.