Jill assumed by the lack of response to the owl that it meant he would be meeting her; and the home was not so far out of the way that it would be too terrible to find him not at the meeting point. Not that she wouldn't be terribly upset if he didn't anyway; and find some way to make him pay. She still had contacts even if things were
Smoothing out her robes, Jill straightened her back, and ran fingers through her hair. She was feeling rather put together for once, ignoring her earlier meetings with Roger. He could do what he wanted, at this point she didn't care anymore.
Pushing that thought aside, she pushed open the door and charmed up wards before hanging up her cloak and looking around. It seemed still....quiet.
Thinning her lips, Jill headed towards the old dialpatated dining room and heard a strange sound. Pulling out her wand she walked towards the kitchen and found him sitting.
Nodding at him, she slipped her wand away. "Malcolm."