The steady flow of mumbled words that spilled from Finbar as he left his solicitor’s office wasn’t suitable for children… or the general public, if he was being completely honest. There was just no helping it, because if you at 8 in the evening was still in the meeting – or negotiation or mediation or whatever the fuck the Healers and solicitors and mediators and whoever else was there called it – that started at noon that same day, you were in the right to curse at the world in general and crazy not-soon-enough-ex-wives in particular, when you had to go meet the witch that kept popping into your mind at all times to tell her that you had to cancel. He didn’t care when the door rattle behind him after he’d closed quite a bit harder than what was necessary, but really? Time was of the essence here, and he wasn’t going to let Cho wait, especially since he had to go back into the snakepit he had just left.
With a wave of his wand and a crack, he Apparated to the spot outside The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, and rushed down the street, only slowing down when he saw Cho right where they had agreed to meet.
“Hello, Gorgeous,” he smiled at her when he was standing in front of her looking down into her pretty face and amazing eyes. Sweet Rowena, he had to be mental to pass up an evening with her for the insanity he was taking a short break from right now. No, he didn’t know her that well, but he knew her well enough that he couldn’t help but smile when he was around her and he was keenly aware of the sense of calm she brought out in him, mixed in with desire and intrigue. It bugged him, but he couldn’t help it, when his smile faded into one of regret and he cleared his throat before he sighed. “I am so sorry, love,” he said quietly, and before he knew it he had reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “But I have to go back there.”