Harry Potter and The Third Party

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Chapter 7: Squib in the Family

The Changs were a pureblood wizarding family whose magical lineage went back thousands of years. Almost every wizard or witch in the extended family could trace their history back to the ancient nobles of the many dynasties of China's past, and in the family's past, purebloods did not intermarry with Muggles, in order to keep the magic users in the family continuous. However, in recent times, as wizarding science had proven that the lineage of a family did not determine whether the offspring would have magical capabilities or not, the Changs had agreed to allow relationships outside of the pureblood community. Despite the revision in policy, however, the Changs kept their preference of marrying and dating only pureblood magic users, and although no one before Cho had done so, the family certainly did not look down on her when she had started dating Cedric Diggory.

The one exception to the long-standing policy of Changs having relations in ancient times were family Squibs. Squibs were non magic users from predominantly magical families, who had the choice to have relationships with Muggles, or other members of the wizarding world. Squibs were never looked down upon in the family history, and were never historically chastised for relationships with Muggles.

Cho and her father had been staying with her uncle and his family since they sold their house in Motherwell. Cho Chang's uncle Zhongyu Chang was a Squib who had left the magic world to seek his fortune in the construction industry as an architect. He was also a very capable plumber and electrician. He had married Ying Fong, now Ying Chang, who was a Muggle dentist. Cho's uncle Zhongyu had three children of his own, the oldest of which was Sean Chang, twenty-five years old and working in China as a British Ambassador to their Ministry of Magic. Also there was Cho's cousin Sally, who was a year younger than Cho, but had no magic ability. Finally there was Cho's cousin Ling, who was only seven and destined to go to Hogwarts, as she had showed a lot of magical ability in the past.

The Changs of London lived in a tower of luxury flats in London's West End. The Lord Nelson Tower arose thirty-five stories in the air, with the Changs occupying the twenty-seventh floor. Unlike regular flats, the rooms in the Nelson Tower were vast, and Cho's family had decorated theirs in the style of a hodgepodge of items in different eras of Chinese history. To the casual Western observer it may seem to all flow together, but Cho thought it looked a bit thrown together to see woodcuts from the Tong Dynasty intermixed with vases, and furniture styled after the Ming Dynasty, and still see even more paintings and sculptures that looked as though they were taken from the Han Dynasty. But still, it looked more flowing than the house she and her father had just moved from at the beginning of the summer.

Cho reflected on the look of her living room at home, with still paintings of the Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders in victorious battle against the French, wood carvings of the Forbidden City in Beijing, and moving paintings of Scottish and Chinese wizards from various parts of history. The paintings must really be upset having to be kept in storage, she thought, but the move was so sudden that there was really nothing she could do for them until they found a new flat.

Cho was in her room, drinking tea with her two cousins and talking about Hogwarts and the wizarding world. They never got to see each other, so they were eager to catch up, and find out all about it.

"Tell us about the ghost again!" said Sally excitedly.

"Well, there are four of them: The Bloody Baron, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, the Fat Fryer, and the Gray Lady--she's the ghost for our house."

"Are they scary!" asked Ling.

"No, not really. They are actually very friendly. Oh! I forgot one: Moaning Myrtle. She's the ghost that haunts the girl's lavatory. She was killed by a Basilisk a long time ago."

"Well what about Quidditch?" asked Ling.

Cho looked away and lowered her eyes. "Ling, I... I told you I didn't want to talk about that anymore."

"Oh! I forgot. But why, it's all you used to talk about. Did you get hurt again?"

Cho shock her head. The memory of losing the Quidditch cup for Ravenclaw, because she was so distraught over Harry, was fresh on her mind. "I just don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry, really."

Sally nodded her understanding. "Well, tell us what the houses are for again. How does the Sorting Hat determine what one you go into?"

Cho took a drink of the tea, and then began. "There are four houses, and the hat sorts you by your best attributes. Slytherin is for the most cunning and ambitious people. Then there's Hufflepuff--that's where the most hardworking and accepting of others go--and then Gryffindor, for the noble and brave, and Ravenclaw, for the most intelligent... um... I mean, except for me." Cho looked down; Sally could see that Cho was upset about something. Cho had been very down on herself lately.

"Oh come on, Cho, you're clever. I mean, look how quickly you learned to use my computer and phone--and you're even going to get your driver's license next week. All this while volunteering at the hospital," Sally comforted.

"Yeah, I... wanted to thank you for that. I really think that the internet thing is really great. It helps when I can't be at the library."

Sally smiled. "No problem, Cho, but why don't you start going to sites other than medical web pages and stuff like that. I mean there's this great site you can download music videos from, and there are chat rooms other than the one for the cancer that you go to. It might be nice to try something different, you know." Sally thought she'd cheer Cho up by talking about something she knew she cared about very much. "Um, so isn't Gryffindor the House that the Harry Potter goes to?"

Cho's mouth dropped. "Um... yes, he..." a tear emerged from her eye, "...he's in Gryffindor. He... he's the bravest."

"And didn't he kill that You-Know-What guy last year?" Ling added in.

"I, I don't know. I mean, I never believe the paper usually, but I know that he could. He's not afraid of anything. So maybe it's true. It makes sense," Cho replied.

"So you've actually met him then?" Ling continued.

"Um... yeah, we met."

After a pause, Sally was getting anxious. "Well! What's he like in person?"

Cho thought hard about how Harry had ignored her on their only date, and dumped her to go out with some other girl fifteen minutes into it. She thought about how he had bitten her head off when she tried to apologize. She was still hurting from it. She wanted to say that Harry was a mean, uncaring person, and that he didn't care about who he hurt, or how much he hurt a person, but something stopped her. She knew this wasn't true. He had faced so many dangers, and had so many friends... he must be a nice guy, and Cho didn't want to think of him otherwise. There had to be something wrong with her. She just didn't deserve to have someone like him care about her. She looked up at her cousins. "Well he... he's very brave. I... we really didn't talk much. He has a girlfriend."

"Oh! I see," Sally replied.

"Well how are Marietta, and Danielle, and Beverly?" Ling changed the subject.

"Um, well actually I don't talk to Marietta and Danielle anymore. We had a falling out, and I realized what kind of people they are. I, I don't like how they treat people, so yeah, we don't talk. But... but I just got my thank you note from Beverly for her skirt and blouse that I got her for her birthday. I'm glad she liked it, and thanks for helping me pick it out for her," she said with a weak smile.

"Wow, sorry to hear about Marietta and Daniel. What was the problem?" Sally asked.

"Oh, it's personal," Cho said flatly, not wanting to talk badly about anyone, even them. Anyway, it didn't matter; the two of them were out of her life for good, and she was better off for it. Too bad that was the only thing she was better off for, she thought.

"Well hey. We've got some good news. We are going shopping tomorrow, and you're coming," Sally said happily.

Cho looked distressed. "Oh, I... no, I have so much studying to do. I have to find out more about curing..."

Sally cut her off. "Oh no you don't, Miss Chang! We've already talked it over with Uncle Pao, and you haven't allowed yourself any, you time all summer. You're just promoting the stereotype that all we Asians do is study all the time and never have any fun, so come on and have some for once."

Cho could tell it was important for her cousins to do this for her, so she hesitantly relented. "Okay, I need to buy some makeup, and maybe a few clothes for school. So I'll go."

Ling let out a happy cheer. "Yeah! I'm glad you agreed, we were ready to tie you up and drag you down there, but this way would be a lot more convenient."

Cho gave another weak smile. "Well, I know I should get out more. A lot of my friends come from Muggle families, and it's been cool to see how you lot live."

Sally looked enviously at Cho. "Is it better in the magical world?"

Cho thought for a second. "No, just... different, really. I mean, a lot of my friends that are pureblood have never even seen a telly. We have radio, but just one channel. All the pictures in the wizarding world move, but we don't have anything as cool as the internet."

"Why are the worlds separated? Why aren't most Muggles allowed to know about it?" asked Ling disappointedly.

"Well, a long time ago, Muggles used to burn witches and wizards alive. I suppose there's a lot of resentment still, but it doesn't matter to me. I think there should be more cooperation today, I mean the burning times were so long ago, and the two worlds have so much to learn from each other, particularly in the medical field."

Sally yawned and looked at the time. "Wow! Quarter past two already, we'd better get off to bed, or we'll sleep right through tomorrow."

"Good night, Cho," her cousins chimed in unison.

"Good night." Cho smiled.

Cho looked at her bed after they had left. She hated going to sleep. Sleep meant more nightmares. The nightmares were constant for Cho. The nightmares used to consist of Cedric dying at the hands of Voldemort, but had recently been replaced with numerous others, mostly about Cho letting people who depended on her down. A few constants were losing the Quidditch cup for Ravenclaw, and the World Cup for Scotland. Others were recreations of her worst moments last term, and this summer break. As Cho drifted to sleep she saw these visions of her past.

"Um, hey listen, Cho, I've got to go meet another girl... another girl... another girl..." came the echoing voice of Harry as Cho tossed in her bed. "No, I'm sorry Harry, don't leave me! I won't mention Cedric again. I promise," Cho said in her sleep, wishing that she had said that at Hogsmeade. Then her dream switched to another scene with Harry yelling at her. "Don't you start crying again!" he had said with hate in his eyes. "Don't you start crying again.... Don't you start crying again!" "I wasn't going to, I..." Cho was now sobbing in her sleep. And then the scene in her subconscious state shifted again, and a new angry voice came to her. "I'm going to kill that Mudblood bitch! I'm going to torture her to death with the Cruciatus Curse... Cruciatus Curse... Cruciatus Curse... I'm going to kill that Mudblood bitch!" echoed the voice of Marietta Edgencombe.

Cho continued tossing in her sleep sickened at the thought of anyone using such a horrible thing on anyone. Even if it was a girl that Cho didn't particularly like, she didn't wish any harm to her, especially that kind of harm. Finally the most horrible dream came to Cho; it was the one she hated most, and the one she now had even more often than the others. It was about Harry Potter being tortured and nearly killed. Some evil person with snake like eyes, whom Cho guessed to be Voldemort, although she had never seen him before, would torture Harry for ages it seemed with the Cruciatus Curse, and then fire off the Avada Kedavra curse at Harry, who was almost hit before something moved in his way at the last second. Always the nightmare of Harry being tortured was the worst for Cho, and always the one that woke her up, and made her hate to sleep. After a while she was able to drift off again for a few hours, before...

..."Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" shouted the voice at full blast, and Cho was startled by what she thought an earthquake might feel like, as the whole bed shook violently.

Cho shot up instantly. "What! What's going on!" she asked, startled.

As she opened her eyes, Ling came into view, jumping up and down on her mattress and causing the shaking. "Come along now will you, we do shopping to do you know. Don't want to be late."

Cho looked through bloodshot eyes at the time: five past ten. "Oh, I... can't I just sleep for five more minutes?" she asked as she pulled her pillow over her face.

"Nooooooooo, you can't!" came Ling's reply, and the mattress started shaking as she again took up the "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" chant.

Cho knew she had no choice. "Okay, okay you win. I'll get my shower." Cho grabbed the clothes laid out the night before, and made her way to the bathroom. She put the clothes on the counter, and threw off the t-shirt and knickers that she slept in the night before. She then proceeded to try and turn the knob so that the water heat would be just right--a near impossible task, and she wished that she could just use a little magic, but she wouldn't be seventeen until the third of October, and was still too young to even flick a wand until then.

After a few minutes she finally managed to get the water the right degree of heat, and stepped in. She grabbed the soap and sniffed its scented odour, "Irish Spring." After lathering up Cho reached for the shampoo and conditioner, which smelled of vanilla, and was of an expensive variety found only in the Muggle world. Cho had to keep her eyes closed as the shampoo ran over the front of her face. She was about to wash it out when she realized that she had neglected to lock the door of the bathroom, and heard someone open it. "Someone's in here!"

"I know! Wha ha ha ha ha," came the reply.

Then, as Cho started washing the shampoo out of her hair to see who it was, she heard it! "Flush!"

"Oh, no!" she gasped an instant before the water from the shower turned into what felt like sub-zero temperatures. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ling, I'm going to kick your arse!"

After a good breakfast and a brisk walk to the shopping district, Cho and her cousins arrived at the local shopping center. Sally and Ling were still smiling at the fact that Ling had got her cousin twice in a week with the flushing toilet trick. Cho made a strong mental note to be absolutely sure to lock the door next time. Cho had finally managed to see the humour in it, after she had calmed down, but any more would be too much.

The trio went into several stores, both window shopping and buying things on occasion. Cho bought a new pair of blue jeans from GAP, and a handbag and belt from Claire's Accessories. For her friends Luna Lovegood and Beverly Jones, she bought some Muggle items that she thought they might like. She bought Beverly a beautiful turquoise broach laced with red silk, and a copy of the latest best-selling mystery novel by Beverly's favourite author. For Luna she bought a pink leather purse with matching billfold, and a Muggle item that she thought Luna would like called the Magic 8 Ball. It was a round plastic ball that looked similar to a mini Bludger, which had a glass window on one flat part. You had to shake the ball, and ask it a "yes" or "no" question, to which you would get an answer.

Cho was surprised that the Muggles had magic items. There was so much she was just finding out about the world of some of her friends like Beverly that she never knew. But didn't Beverly know that there was a Magic 8 Ball? Cho had asked her once if Muggles had any magic items or could cast any spells, and Beverly had said that they couldn't. Wait until she showed her this magical item that was right under her very nose! "Maybe she should get one for Beverly too," she thought, and picked up a second one and proceeded to the till to pay up.

Cho was glad to have her cousins with her to actually make the transactions. She was getting used to Muggle money, but was still a bit confused at the value of the coins and paper money. The trio headed to several shoe shops, and Cho bought her cousins some nice high heels that they were looking at with excitement. She was glad to pay Sally and Ling back in some small way for the kindness they had shown her. She was really lucky to have such people in her family, her uncle and aunt had also been wonderful, and had opened their home to Cho and her father as soon as he told them that they needed a place to stay that was close to the hospital. Cho finished up at the shoe shop by buying a pair of black high heels and a pair of white trainers with green stripes.

Upon leaving the mall they passed a beautiful fountain with a center column carved with lion heads that spit water out of their mouths into a pool filled with what looked like money. Sally went through her purse.

"Oh bugger, I haven't got any change. Cho, could I borrow two pence please?"

"Yes me too!" added Ling.

"Okay," said Cho curiously, "but what for?" She pulled two ten pences out of her purse.

"Oh no Cho, the pence, the copper colour money, not the silver," said Sally.

"Well do you want some of this paper money? I think it's the most valuable," Cho offered.

The two of them laughed at a joke that Cho didn't get. "Oh Cho, don't be silly. We can't throw a fiver into the fountain! We need two pence each." They giggled.

Cho was very confused. "Why would you want to throw any money at all into the fountain?"

Sally and Ling looked at each other like they could not believe what Cho just said. "To make our wishes of course."

"Duhh!" Ling put in.

Cho had a blank look on her face. "Wishes?"

Cho's cousins gave each other a confused glance. "Well. You know when you pass a fountain or a well, you're supposed to throw two pence in and make two wishes. And your wishes will come true. Don't you have fountains and wells in the magic world?" Ling asked.

"Yes, but no one I've ever known has ever thrown money into them... God, there's so much about Muggles I don't know. I'm taking Muggle Studies this year. Oh, here." Cho produced four pence from her purse and split it between her cousins, and took out two more for herself. "Um, how does it work?" she asked politely.

"Well, you take your money, walk to the fountain, and think about your two wishes. Then you make them as you throw the money in the water. Later, your wishes will come true," Ling said proudly.

"How do you know it works? Have your wishes ever come true? And what makes them come true?" Cho asked with genuine interest.

"I wished for a bike on my eighth birthday and got it," said Sally. "And we both wished that dad would be okay after that car accident a few years back, and he was. You have to sort of take it on faith. Muggle magic, I suppose you could call it. Anyway, I think it works."

Cho watched her cousins go up to the fountain with looks of concentration on their faces, and throw in their money. She noticed that other people around were doing the same thing. Maybe there is something to it, she thought.

When it came time for Cho to cast in her money, she concentrated hard on the two things she wanted most in the world: First, for her mother to make a full recovery, to be back to her active happy self again, and doing the things that she loved to do. Cho threw the first coin in, and then concentrated on her second wish. What did she want? She knew--she wanted Harry to forgive her, to give her another chance. She missed him horribly, and wanted to have another chance to go out with him, to make things right. She wanted another chance with Harry.

Cho tossed her last coin into the water and turned to face her cousins. She started "I wished for..." But her cousins both cut her off in unison.

"No! No! You can't tell us your wish before it comes true!"

"Why not?"

"That's just the rules," replied Sally. "Just don't tell us, and it will come true."

What a strange ceremony, Cho thought. "Is there anything else we have to do?" she asked, changing the subject.

Sally looked at her watch. "Yes, we have to catch the bus; we need to be home for lunch."

When they arrived back at the luxury flats, Cho's father said that three owls had arrived for her. They had been flying around in the hall when he got home, and now the neighbours thought that the lot of them were keeping unauthorized pets.

"So make sure you send them back as soon as you can. I'll Dissipate the window for a minute when you're ready," her father said happily.

The three owls were perched on the couch in the living room, and Cho grabbed a few biscuits that her father kept for the owl that delivered the Daily Prophet. Cho took the biscuits to the owls. She went to the first one and removed the parchment from its leg, and realized that Sally and Ling were right behind her, anxiously awaiting what news the letters had brought. Cho's father had usually been able to determine when the owl delivering the Daily Prophet would come in, so he had bewitched the window to Dissipate during that time, and Apparate after the owl had left. Sally and Ling were always up early to see it, and thought it was so awesome to have an owl deliver the paper every morning. But none of these owls were bringing the Daily Prophet.

Cho opened the parchment and read it to herself.

"Well what's it say, who's it from?" asked Ling, not being able to contain herself, and Sally eagerly nodded her head in agreement that Cho should tell them.

Cho also nodded. "It's from my friend Luna Lovegood. She's writing to say that her father has captured a Crumple Horned Snorcack, and is lending it to Hogwarts for Care of Magical Creatures class. She says since this is my last year at Hogwarts, and I'm not required to take the class, she wants me to take it as an elective, so I can see it with her."

"Wow! An actual Crumple Horned Snorack...What's a Crumple Horned Snorack?" asked Sally excitedly.

Cho looked worried. "Well, I... it's supposed to be a mythical creature that doesn't exist. I mean, no ones ever seen one. And there are only a couple of obscure references to it in books about the history of magic. I don't think they really exist."

Her cousins looked disappointed. "You mean your friend is lying to you?" asked Sally.

Cho responded quickly. "Oh no! No, no. Luna would never lie. It's just that sometimes she has a very active imagination. But if she says she has captured a Snorcack... then I know that she really believes it." Cho thought worriedly for a minute. "Poor Luna, some of the idiots at our school are really going to tease her when she can't produce one."

"Does it say anything else?" Ling asked with enthusiasm.

"She says she hopes this boy named Ron Weasley will ask her to the Yule Ball, and she will meet me at the station when we go to King's Cross. She also asks how mum is."

Sally smiled. "Is he fit, the Weasley boy?"

"Uh, I don't really know. I don't remember him really."

"Will you take the creature magic class?" Ling asked.

"Um, I don't know, I'm kind of behind really, and don't have a lot of time for extra classes. I'll have to think about it." She gave the owl a biscuit and asked it to stay around for a while until she could decide. Cho then went to the second owl and took the parchment from its leg.

"And what is that one?" Sally asked.

"It's a list of books that seventh years will need for school, and a note to send back listing any optional classes that we want to take." Cho looked the list over again: seventh years did not have potions as an option. Maybe Professor Snape could give her some private tutoring to help her find a cure for her mother? Maybe there was something in potions that the Healers had overlooked. She had to find the cure to help her mother, and she was sure that there must be some mixture of potions that could do it.

Finally, Cho came to the third owl, and took its parchment. Cho opened it and read it to herself, growing ever angrier as she did.

Dearest Cho,

I'm home from hospital now and the Healers were finally able to remove the jinx from my face! I've been reading books constantly to find a way to get back at that Mudblood bitch--the dark books that you can't get at the regular book shop.

I've found a way to get even with her, and I want your help. Remember she was the one who stole Potter from you, so let's both see she gets what she deserves. I'm still awaiting your apology here at the mansion. I know you're sorry for the things you said to me, and I know that you will do the right thing and be true to your pureblood roots. There are things going on in the magic world now that you need to consider. There is a new age dawning on us. Wondrous things are going to happen soon, and there are certain things that you need to do to purge yourself of bad things you've done in the past. I caution you as your friend to stop talking to, associating with, and most especially dating, Mudbloods like Diggory, and that Potter boy. I know that everyone liked Diggory and all, even I thought he was okay for "one of them", but you're better than that. You need to stick to your own kind. Purity is the most important thing in this world.

Remember Cho, you are better than anyone who's not the right kind of people. I know it has never made a difference to you what people were, but all that has to change now. Danielle and I can no longer turn the other way in disgust, while you befriend people who are not worthy to lick your shoe. You don't want to be a traitor to your own people, do you? Your family's magical lineage goes back a long way, so I know you will do the right thing. Write me back as soon as possible.

Sincerely, your "real friend"

Marietta Edgencombe

P.S. Danielle says hi, and she's very disappointed that you still consort with the wrong kind as well. But we both know you'll do the right thing.

Cho swore to herself and threw the parchment to the ground in disgust. "Damn it! Stupid racist bitches!" she said as her cousins jumped in shock.

"What... what is it?" asked Sally.

Cho looked at her two cousins, embarrassed. "I... its private. Look, I'm sorry, but I need some privacy to answer these letters. Can we talk later?"

Sally gave a weak smile. "Sure Cho, we understand, come on Ling."

Ling resisted. "But what did it say?" she pressed.

"None of our business," said Sally. "Don't be so nosy. Come on, let's go and play cards, while Cho writes her letters."

"Thanks guys," Cho said weakly. She got a few pages of parchment out of a drawer, and grabbed her quill off her uncle's desk. She put one of the parchments against a book, and began to write:

Dear Luna,

I'm glad to hear about the Snorcack. I think it's great that you managed to catch one. I'll of coarse take the Care of Magical Creatures class with you this year.

Mum's in a Muggle hospital now, and I'll explain about it to you when I see you again. Please don't tell anyone, as I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me, and it's kind of a personal family matter. But I really want to thank you for being my confessor this summer. I really needed someone to talk to who I knew would keep it confidential, and you've been great. I think Weasley will definitely ask you out. He would be a git not to want to be with someone like you. I miss having you to talk with in person.

Also, thanks for your offer to have Weasley talk to Harry for me, but no thanks. Harry hates me, and he deserves better than me anyway. I couldn't even see through Marietta last year. And besides, he's got a girlfriend. So please don't even mention it.

Well again thanks so much for being there for me. I can't wait to see you.

Love you like a sister,

Cho

Cho then folded the parchment and put it on the first owl's leg, asking it to wait until she finished the other letters to leave. She then filled out the second letter to Hogwarts, asking to take Care of Magical Creatures class Muggle Studies. She folded the note and put it in the second owl's leg, and asked her to wait as well. Finally, Cho flattened out the third piece of parchment on the book. She wrote a short letter filled with anger:

Marietta,

You must be completely daft to think that I'm about to apologize to you. I can't believe how stupid I was to buy into the lies that you've been telling me all this time. I tried to get you to see how wrong your stupid prejudices were, but you insist on putting yourself above other people.

Well count me out of you little group of haters. My life's going to be so much better with you and Danielle out of it. The world is a better place because of people like Cedric, Harry, and Beverly Jones, and I actually pity you both for all the great friendships you'll miss out on by not getting to know them.

You and Daniel can both get stuffed. And don't either of you send me any more letters because I won't be accepting them.

Stupid gits.

Thinking you're a sneak,

Cho.

Cho called for her father to come in the room to Dissipate the window. As he got ready to do so, she asked him for a favor. "Dad, can you make this one a Howler? I would, but I'm not allowed to use magic outside school."

Mr. Chang was taken aback. "Who are you sending a Howler to?"

"The wrong kind of people," Cho replied quietly.

"Huh?"

"Oh, just someone who's not a nice person, and has been a bad influence on me."

Mr. Chang looked at his daughter suspiciously. "Well, okay Cho, but just this once. It's really something I don't want to be a part of, your problems with your friends."

Mr. Chang cast the spell to make the letter a Howler, and Cho attached it to the third owl and gave them each a biscuit. Mr. Chang Dissipated the window, and the two of them watched as the owls flew away. Mr. Chang then set the window back to normal.

"Everything set for school?" he asked.

"I'll have to get a book for Care of Magical Creatures class that I'm taking as an elective," Cho said.

"Okay. Well, I've got some paperwork from Gringotts to work on, so I'll see you at dinner. Take care, baby," Mr. Chang said with a smile.

"Thanks dad, love you," Cho replied, and walked back into Sally's room to hang out with her cousins.