Cho Chang clambered upstairs to her spacious attic and breathed deeply. The musty smell soothed her in a seemingly calm way. She eyed her space. Several dusty broomsticks lay in the corner, next to her mother's collection of fine navy blue china from France. Various items were strewn haphazardly about the room, and among the litter lay a small wooden chest. Curiously, Cho approached and kneeled before it, opening the top with care. Inside lay a small pack of Lucky cigarettes, a black lighter and a worn old photograph. Pushing the other items gently aside, Cho reached out and brought the photo to her face and examined it. A handsome man with neatly cut black hair had his arm around a thin gray-skinned girl with wide and timid eyes. The image looked familiar to Cho, as it brought her back into an unexplored past. She stood and ran to the top of staircase. "Mama!" she cried. A harried looking woman with her hair tied neatly in a bun walked up the attic stairway and looked at Cho questioningly. Waving the photo before her mother's face, Cho demanded "The picture! Who are these people?!" Cho's mother took the image from her daughter, then her face lit up into a smile. "Why, that is your lovely Aunt Remi. A fine girl, quiet but very beautiful." Cho shook her head. "No, Mama, the man. Who is that man?" The woman stared at the picture for a long time, peering at it carefully. She then looked up at her six year old daughter and drew a breath. "That man...I do not know." Cho nodded and retrieved the picture. Seeing it for a second time, Cho noticed the comfort and lovely disposition these people held. Feeling her stomach clench, she too longed for that kind of happiness in her timid little heart.