Who: Zee Drake and the residents of the Knights' safehouse What: Zee arrives When: Evening, June 20 (not TOO late) Where: Knight's Safehouse Why: Because one thing you shouldn't question is rock stars bearing gifts.
If nothing else the address was accurate, at least she assumed so. This place was thick enough to hide almost anything. That was one point in Albus Potter's favor. Not that she disliked the man, but it was just so much fun and a bit too easy to poke fun at him. Being older meant she could get away with it and her status generally meant no one called her on it. It was those who did that she made a point to keep close to her. Those who were yes men? She didn't have any time for them. Not on the road, not in the future, not in the past. It just wasn't the way she rolled. Once thing was certain. If Albus was here then Belle wasn't far away and that was a plus for her.
The Forest of Dean was an unlikely place for the scene that was unfolding. Her heeled leather boots came in contact with the fallen folliage and made a crinkling sound as she treked through the trees to where she was supposed to be, with her covering as so not to be harmed by the rain too much (charms really were amazing!). The jacket she was wearing clung to her as she ducked, the guitar case sling over her shoulder hitting a low branch. Yes it was an odd scene. But if someone were to see her they'd think a walk in the woods, and that was part of the plan. She was as focused as she'd ever been, keeping an ear out, senses out, for any sound other than her own - that ability both a gift and a curse; her wand hidden in the wrist holster, ready for use at a moment's notice.
If it hadn't been such a dire situation, Zenia Drake might even have enjoyed this trek through the wilds, but seeing her destination ahead it only cemented everything. Arriving where she had she'd seen a few posters - old ones of her parents' band, half ripped down. The streets had been largely deserted, something she was not used to. It was quite the shock seeing things first hand instead of in photographs or picturing them through the stores they'd heard. And they'd heard lots of them, it had been necessary for research when writing 'Aftermath,' but now... having a first hand look? Well it certainly put things into perspective.
Switching shoulders, Zee hiked her ever-present guitar case gently up again, careful not to jostle it. She reached the entrance and felt the charm she walked through. It sent a shiver down her spine. She hated those. But entering she knew that she was in the right place.
"Honey, I'm home," she called glancing into one empty room. She looked for a familiar face. There was no telling who else was here - though she assumed Lucy and perhaps Albus. If nothing else she'd be able to get a bit settled, her bag shrunken in her pocket. While the greeting sounded rather lighthearted, their being there was anything but. Her reasons moreso. But she told herself that things would happen one step at a time.