InsaneJournal

It had been a quiet day - the first one he'd had in quite a while.  He'd even gotten home early and had spent a quiet late afternoon reading on his rickety couch, playing with Thief and generally relaxing.  He'd been contemplating floo-ordering something to eat when a knock sounded at his door.  

Hauling himself reluctantly out of his comfortable hollow in the cushions, he padded barefoot to the door, idly scratching his chest through his worn Slytherin Quidditch jersey.  He opened the door to reveal a familiar face.

"Verity?"