A house elf answered the door, greeting Walden politely with a little bow of his head.

"Please come in, Mr. Walden Macnair, sir," he said in his high pitched little voice. "Miss Boudicca is just upstairs right now, but she should be down shortly. Derry will tell Miss Boudicca that Mr. Walden is here, sir."

Before the elf had the chance to pop upstairs, however, Boudicca's voice came from upstairs, sounding exasperated.

"For Merlin's sake, mum! It's a restaurant, not a ball! I am not changing into that frilly atrocity!"

"Boudicca, dear, I'm just looking out for your best interests!" came Mrs. Selwynn's voice, following after her daughter, after Boudicca started heading towards the stairs. "After all, the last time you went on any sort of date was--"

"MUM," said Boudicca emphatically, hoping that her mother wouldn't finish that sentence right in front of Walden. "Walden is here to pick me up now."

"Oh! And here we've been keeping him waiting," said Mrs. Selwynn, descending down the stairs hurriedly after her daughter. "Terribly sorry about that. Just trying to help Boudicca pick out something nice for your night out."

What Boudicca was wearing was a simple cream colored sleeveless dress, with matching long-sleeved dress robes for modesty and warmth. Evenings in England and Scotland got rather chilly, after all.