Al was cleaning her kitchen. Cleaning was the only thing that calmed her when she was upset, and right now she was very upset. She was upset because she'd spent the last two nights in a row with Adrian.. NO Pucey. Pucey. And she wasn't going over tonight. Absolutely not.
No.
So she was cleaning.
And she'd told him she had plans.
Her range was spotless.
She'd had the wireless on fairly loud and was humming along grimly as she scrubbed when she finally saw her owl going ballistic. It dived bombed her and went for the door, and only then did she turn down the volume and hear the knocking.
Pushing her hair behind her ears where it had fallen out of the bun on top of her head, she pulled down the tank top she was wearing and headed for the door. That had so better not be Pucey. They weren't that desperate, where they?
When she cast a spell to see who was at the other side, she frowned. Then she opened the door, eyebrows up.