Not knowing if Dominic had a key or other access to the flat, nor wanting to use that specifically warded journal Nicodemus had given her, Mory was currently in a high-strung state. She had meant the next few days to be set aside to familiarizing herself with Hestia's flat as well as to read through her journal for helpful information. Hestia herself hadn't been exactly forthcoming, but Mory hadn't pressed her more than was expected when another was within hearing distance.

The dog had been an unexpected trial as, somehow, it had seen through the Polyjuice. Damned animal intuition. She had left it shredding a pillow to keep the creature out of her hair, only later learning his name was Max. Knowing his name hadn't helped.

The place was strange, this body was strange and every frustrating minute that passed made Mory even more certain that giving in to Rodolphus and Bellatrix's demands would soon be in the past, rather than her future. She wouldn't continue at this forever, she'd find a way to ruin their plan without being caught or something else as effective.

The moment she heard the Floo she took off down the short corridor and threw herself into the bed.

"Go away!" she yelled from beneath the blankets, then presented him with a hostile look when he uncovered her. She supposed that smile he was directing at her was meant to persuade Hestia to his way of thinking, but even if that assumption was right, she needed him out of here while she was still floundering like this. Angry moods swing to the rescue, hopefully.

"You're incapable of listening to me, aren't you?" she demanded angrily, pulling on the blankets.