Cho slipped into the Leaky Cauldron quietly. She was on a Mission tonight. Chang Imports had received notification of the requirements of the Blood Status report and the already ambiant tension in the office had risen to near smothering levels.
Rebecca, stalwart, loyal, sharp-tongued old Muggleborn Rebecca, had taken one look at the forms and attempted to resign all the while muttering under her breath in her native Polish and rubbing her wrist. Grandfather had refused the offer. Instead he had transfered her to the New Orleans office.
Rebecca and her entire family had been on one of the Chang ships leaving the Port of London even before Cho had finished filing the backdated paperwork that made it seem like the transfer had been planned months ago.
So here she was. On a personal Mission to try and find out if Rebecca was the only one panicking over registration and pograms and yellow stars. The Leaky was as good a place as any to hear what people were gossiping about.