Lavender's fingers were poised over the keys to continue playing, but the loud knock made her hands recoil back from the piano. Feeling a sudden wave of anxiety crush her lungs, she tried to swallow back that feeling of nausea. It took her a few moments to build herself up mentally to answer the door. Rising from the piano bench, bare feet padded over to the front door. Unlatching the tiny peep hole, pale blue eyes focused on the man standing on the other side of the door. The striking red hair instantly told Lavender that a Weasley was standing at her door. She remembered Percy from her time at Hogwarts, of course, all she could recall was his bossy Prefect personality and then his Head Boy airs.
Yet, that was so many years ago, back when she was in Hogwarts, she was known as the gossipy, giggling air head who snogged Ron Weasley. People could change, couldn't they? Closing the latch back on the door, she moved over the locks on the door, before finally pulling the door open enough for Percy to come in. Since moving into the cottage, Lavender refused to have guests over. Her mother visited occasionally, usually to try and coax her out of the house, but other than that, she's become a complete and utter recluse.
Having so much time on her hands left her with nothing to do but clean. The cottage was impeccable in both style and cleanliness. Everything seemed placed in their proper place and not a speck of dust could be found. There were typically only two routes a complete recluse could go, one being the path of hoarder and slob, or in Lavender's case - OCD cleanliness and order. At Hogwarts she had a tendency to keep things in order and neat and now without having any other way to entertain herself that urge to stay neat and organize was just exacerbated.
A faint smile curled on her lips, as blue eyes lifted to look up at him, "You made it. I really hope this isn't too much of a bother. I would hate to inconvenience you." She said softly as she moved to the side to allow Percy into the house. She wanted to add that him showing up wasn't necessary and that she did not mind corresponding through journals, or even owls. It saved the stress and anxiety that came with opening up her house to someone after being used to living alone and being alone for so long.