Who: Emmeline and Hestia What: a reunion! When: Wednesday evening. Where: Hestia's house in London. Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
Emmeline was probably being unnecessarily paranoid. Unless someone had managed to break into the privacy ward she'd made so carefully to the Order, no one except her old friends should know that she was alive. Of course, there were odd things going on in this world, and it was possible that former members of the Order of the Phoenix had turned, although she had attempted to will the ward to keep those people out, if they existed. How well that had worked, she could not know. Not yet.
Her old, old training as an Auror came in handy as she approached Hestia's house just after dark, using a spell to identify all of the people nearby and where they were. She checked on all of them, and thankfully, none seemed to be a threat. She could not have been followed here, she knew that, but if someone had known she was coming, they might have arrived early.
That left only the inside of Hestia's house. The spell had told her that there was only one person there, presumably Hestia, but she couldn't know that for sure until she entered, especially since Hestia's wards might be enough to confuse the spell she'd used. Once she felt as though she'd confirmed the street outside was safe, she approached the door and knocked, wand gripped tightly in her left hand.