Friday, 25 May, 21:30 GMT, present day
Drew looked out over the campus through the balcony of Astronomy Tower. The night sky was clear and the moon shone above the tops of the trees of the Forbidden Forest. Drew breathed deeply as she could feel someone behind her. She turned around and nodded.
"Hey Kiddo," her father said as he came to stand right next to her. "Mum says that the medical staff cleared you to leave."
Drew laughed. "Yeah," she said softly as her father put his arm around her.
"Heath and Junior put you through rehab," Draco said. "Four to eight kilometers a day."
"It felt good to get air into the lungs," she said.
"You sure you don't want to take a couple of weeks off?" he looked at her.
"I've been out for almost two months, Dad," she said. "I need to catch up on everything. I'd really like to know which opportunities are still viable."
"You're really going to transfer?"
"It's time, Dad," she said.
Draco nodded. "I, uh, got a text from Phil," the Pureblood wizard showed her his Muggle device. "He's pretty busy with the team."
Drew read the text. She took in a breath as she read the last line to herself. "Tell Drew I truly miss our conversations and that I think of her all the time."
Draco nodded at his daughter as she took in a strained breath. "Take at least a couple of days with me and Mum at the house. We'll accompany you back to Hawai'i."
"Okay," Drew said nodding as she allowed her father to walk her back down to her room.
o-o-o
Saturday, 26 May, 10:45 GMT, present day
Drew took a moment to look at her childhood room. She took in a breath as she saw her carry-on luggage, mobile and laptop that she had brought with her to the Martinez residence at the end of March.
"You okay?" her father asked as he leaned against the doorjamb.
"Yeah," she said, shrugging. "It feels good to be out of that hospital room and trying to get back into the swing of things."
"Come on," he said. "Mum's got lunch ready."
She nodded at him. She followed him out.
o-o-o
Saturday, 26 May, 21:45 GMT, present day
Drew lay in bed, answering and deleting what seemed to be her ten billionth text message. She had spent most of the day cleaning up both her personal and work emails. She had been placed on medical leave, with pay; the hospital's Muggle Liaison knew of her situation.
Drew checked and double checked her text threads. She didn't find a recent text from the number she was wishing to see.
She looked up at her ceiling and bit her lower lip, trying to keep her emotions in check. She placed her mobile on the nightstand and shut her eyes, turning in for the night.