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un_cho_sen (un_cho_sen) wrote in pandorarpg,

Cho had cried a lot when Cedric first died. In fact she had cried so much that even her friends had begun to limit the amount of time they'd spent with her. Eventually, she learned to hide it under a serious face. The stress and intensity of her job helped her to hide the pain. Hit wizards were expected at times to wear a scowl and as such Cho had learned how to use that expression in all avenues of her life. Yes, she still smiled on occasion and she wasn't always sour, but whenever memories of Cedric threatened to break through she immediately found herself going into her hard work persona whether she was working or not.

That hard work attitude had served her well today. Cho had immediately gone into protective mode. Not only was Harry dead, but Cedric's proverbial little brother was the key suspect. In response Cho had spent the day keeping an eye on Zacharias' flat in order to insure that no one approached with ill intentions. Regardless of whether or not the younger wizard had wanted her there, Cho had promised Cedric that she would watch over him. True, the promise had only been made within the past few years and Cedric himself had never actually heard it, but to Cho a promise was a promise. Now, she came to tell Cedric how the day had unfolded, though by now he was likely to have already spoken to Potter.

Her approach to the gate of the cemetery was a bit slower than usual. It was one thing to come and visit because she'd simply been thinking of him (something she did regularly) but to come because she needed comfort from the events of real world was a reason she'd not used for a long time. As she got closer, Cho noticed another person standing in the cemetery. Not certain whether the person was simply visiting someone for comfort as she was or if they might have darker intentions, she placed her hand on her wand and slowly drew it out of her pocket while subconsciously quickening her step.