Jeremy wasn't generally the spontaneous type, but she didn't mind it, especially in this case.
"No, not a bad time at all," she said, stepping back, "Please, come in, you must be freezing!" She ushered him into the... cozy (okay, small) house and shooed him upstairs. He hadn't been in her room, yet. But she sent him right in and threw a towel at him from her closet, "Dry off," she said, figuring even with a drying spell he might need the towel. She rifled through her drawers and pulled out a baggy bedtime t-shirt and a large Ilvermorney hoodie she'd stolen from her father at some point. Coming back to him she said apologetically, "You'll have to rely on magic for your shorts, but these will be dryer than a drying spell can do on your tee," and set them down on her bed.
"Oh," she hesitated, "So this is my room," she looked around, feeling self-conscious.