A/N: Written for Cheeky Slytherin Lass's "Can You Make it to the End" Challenge. Round One 1/2: drabble under 500 words about Lee Jordan.
Everything was different, but she still made him tea.
It had been two years since Lee had spoken to his older sister, and even though she looked different, and he felt different, she still made him a cup of tea with just a little sugar the second she laid eyes on him.
"It's good to see you," she said. He thought she'd be furious; if anything, she seemed nervous.
"You too, Em," he said.
"Can I ask what brings you?"
"I don't know. I just- I lost someone recently. A friend. And it made me think a lot about family and- well, I don't want to stay angry anymore."
"I'm sorry about your friend."
"Thank you," he answered, because he never knew what else to say to that.
"And just so you know, I've turned things around. Stephen's long gone, I'm not drinking anymore, I got a job- just waitressing, nothing fancy. I actually met someone new- his name's Greg. He's a Healer at St. Mungo's, can you believe that? And he's so nice- oh, look at me. I'm being rude. I want to hear about you. I heard you on the radio sometimes- it's really amazing, everything you did."
"That's ok. I, uh, don't really like to talk about the war or any of that stuff. This Greg guy- he's good to you?"
"He really is! You want to see a picture?"
Lee nodded, and she pulled one out of the purse hanging on the back of her chair and slid it across the table to him. "You'd really like him," she said. "Maybe you'd like to come for dinner some time?"
He stared down at the picture, at the huge smile on his sister's face. "Yeah," he said. "I'd definitely like that."