Han-Jiang Chap 7
It was a rather slow day for Han-Jiang Lee. He absently swirled his wand in his habitual thinking tick, coffee long-forgotten behind a stack of calculation papers as he tried to figure out the complex magical-theories in front of him. He stared at the Magical arithmethics and compared it to a Muggle-computer generated chart on the wall mounted lumi-screen, not being able to make the figures match up. He was working on a spell that would mask Magic energy's signatures from the Muggle's technology and was nearly there with this section. He had to finish so he could give the preliminary papers within the month, in order to adhere to the schedule leading up to the International Magic Summit.
Han-Jiang scribbled half a dozen equations and latin word choices when he got something, slashing out more than he had written when he checked back. A sudden message on the lumi-screen broke his attention and he made a small sound of defeat, rubbing at his sleep-deprived eyes as he lost his train of thought. Designing spells wasn't an easy job. Maybe now is not a bad time for a break. The thirty-seven year old retrieved his neglected coffee and diverted his eyes to the screen, noting the time. The kids might come over soon too. He pushed all the icons on the screen out of the way, revealing a desktop photo of his family, Melody, his wife, Benji and their newest addition: Lita, who was currently three this year and had just started pre-school yesterday.
He tapped the message open, which was labeled red with 'WATCH THIS, NOW' as the topic. "..Forwarded from Wright, Evan, hmm." Han-Jiang mumbled thoughtfully, the man did tend to get a little dramatic, but Albus would most definitely not use the red Ministry label for no apparent reason. He frowned, putting down the coffee mug, stimutaneously turning on the news icon on top right on the 40 inch lumi-screen.
And gasped.
The crumbling 50 storey building took up the first ten seconds as the Muggle news anchor shouted over the noise and confusion. His trained eye noticed the structure of the spell, a rather simple, straight-forward one, just weaved into a long dangerously crippling blow for the recipient, which was the building. The Muggle camera swerved to focus on the mass of Ministry workers that had streamed out of seemingly thin air. He had spotted a lot of his extended family in there. He stared unflinchingly as the screams filtered through the reporter's mic, eyes darting around the screen, absorbing all usable information.
They had probably mobilized the entire Auror force and several more divisions to wipe the Muggles. Han-Jiang had spotted his dark haired older sister in there, his frown cut deeper into his forehead, making him look older than he was. He could feel his heart-beats quicken with the old panic of seeing his sister out in the field.
He speed-dialed his brother-in-law. "Jack," He said evenly, trying to look at the situation in a completely rational view-point. "Ki-Jin has been sent to the at least level-eight Muggle-attack case."
Han-Jiang could nearly hear 's Head-Healer, Jack's fists clench. "Are you sure?" His voice filtered clearly through the device. Han-Jiang sent Jack the news file. "That one?!" The healer said, technically calling the hospital's no-shouting rule to go fuck off. "Oh god, so that's why she was calling just now." Han-Jiang could practically feel the regret radiating off Jack. "When Sakura and Mikami go to your place, please tell them to stay there, I'm coming."
Han-Jiang grunted a consent as the Healer probably was trying to get his precious few seconds with his children before the casualties start pouring in. Han-Jiang could hear the tell-tale giggles of the children from downstairs. He went downstairs to greet them and the sight that met him nearly melted his heart with pure adorability.
Sakura and Mikami held onto both of Lita's hands, letting the toddler totter in between them. "Uncle H'n-Jiang!" Sakura said brightly, Mikami mumbled a vague greeting, slightly absorbed in his hand-held device.
"Pab'bu," Lita babbled, eyes lighting up with interest, grabby hands reaching out for her father. Oh god she was adorable.
"How was your day, kids?" He asked, picking up Lita. Sakura hugged his legs while Mikami sorta patted the other one distractedly. "Do you like your new classmates?"He asked, looking down. Sakura nodnodnodded, puffing up her chest in pride. He reached down to gather his niece and nephew into a hug. "Hey, guess what?"
"Whaat?" Sakura asked bubbly, perking up. "You… got a puppy?" She asked hopefully.
"Nice try, but no," Han-Jiang chortled slightly. He leant in, "..Your dad said he was coming soon." He whispered consipraciously.
Sakura did an exaggerated gasp and even Mikami lost his interest in his game. "Daddy's coming?" She said, "Mikki, daddy's coming!" She said excitedly. "Daddy-Daddy!"She sung nonsensically.
"We'll be on our bestest behaviours," Mikami said, face scrunched up in his best impression of a serious face as Han-Jiang ushered them into kitchen for some food.
How was Han-Jiang ever going to tell them that they might not see their mother again?