Lisa shook her head. The first name sounded familiar, but she didn't know a Sarah Fawcett. At the other, though, she smiled. "Cho, yeah. She's in the apothecary at St. Mungo's," she said, nodding. "Don't really know her or anything, but I guess that counts as seeing someone."
So Stephen hadn't kept up with many people either. It was sort of a relief to hear she wasn't the only one. Maybe it wasn't so strange after all.
"It's always about selling brooms," she said with a laugh, finishing off the last of her ale. "But the owner's a big Quidditch nut. I think he played briefly many years ago, reserves for the Magpies, if I'm remembering right. So any excuse to watch a match and sell brooms is right up his alley. Or so his son tells me."