She heard the familiar pop of someone apparating into her spacious apartment, and knew immediately that it had to be Tarquin. Anyone else would have gotten entangled in her wards and found themselves in a very uncomfortable, even painful situation. After all, a young women like herself living alone could never be too careful, right?

"I haven't left. I thought I'd give you at least half an hour before I struck out on my own," she called, peering over the back of the chaise.

She set the book aside, but made no move to rise. Instead, she simply watched as he came into the room with the usual sinister smile on her face. "Good to see you dressed sensibly. Not that you normally disappoint on that count," she said. "I do hope I didn't interrupt anything too terribly interesting for you. You know I hate to be a bother."