Cormac had never been so glad to see an owl as he'd been to see Weasley's. He was sick and tired of being on sick leave, and was more than ready to do whatever Weasley needed done. He'd showered quickly and made sure that all the sparkles and feathers from Emma's most recent Princess Tea Part--at which Cormac had been the Prettiest Princess of all--were washed away. No way did he need his boss seeing that.
"Mac, there's someone at the door but I don't know him so I didn't answer!" Emma shouted from the living room where she was busy 'accessorizing' her latest doll. "He looks very unpleasant though!"
"Be polite," he warned, coming into the living room, hair still damp. He limped towards the door, his leg not having healed as quickly as the Healers would have liked, and opened it. "Afternoon," he said in reply. "Come on in. Mind the mess."