"We're on the floo network," Emma offered. "And you're welcome any time. Well, I likely ought to not say it quite like that, not without asking Gabrielle--she's my roommate, yeah? But as far as I'm concerned, just owl ahead to make sure I'm there first, and come on over. The dogs like playmates."
She grinned. "Sure, why not? I like karaoke. I'll take an excuse to drink, yeah?"
The flush slowly intensified, warming the skin of her cheeks. "Oi, it's not like that, yeah? He works with dragons, so course I know him from that, yeah? And George talks about him. Tried to convince me he was a pet." It didn't matter that Charlie was one fit bloke, if a good deal older and way out of her league. He was the sort of bloke a girl stared at and thought about, but not the sort she actually tackled.