"Just as bad then." Susan shook her head. It wasn't like she could talk, Mungo's had her working more than she should. "That was a very good idea then. Easier to clean up some soot than replace an arm."
With a nod, Susan tapped Zach's suit and mumbled something under her breath. "That should help you, at least for a few hours." Quickly she put her wand back in its place. "Hopefully for the duration of your meeting at the very least."
She nodded in understanding. "Just give it some time. No doubt some other retired Quidditch star will do something and cause panic in the headlines. Then you'll be able to enjoy your peace again." This was one of the many reasons Susan hated the tabloids. Friends weren't meant to be splashed across the paper, nor were they meant for business PR to sell more product. Shaking her head, Susan smiled up at Zach, "If anything, enjoy it while you're still young."
"Oh! Yes, I'm sorry." Susan put her hands out and and tried to shoo him away. "That sounds great! I'll try and get my boring errands done and meet you at that new coffee shop in about an hour?"