Megan wasn't very good at cleaning charms... maybe it ran in the family? As she ran around the house, putting things back into their places, it occurred to her that her friends had not given a specific time as to when they might be arriving. There wasn't any dinner, which was awful... but maybe they could have food delivered. At the very least, the kitchen was clean and there were freshly baked biscuits. As she slid them from the cooling rack onto a plate, Megan heard the unmistakeable sound of people arriving through the fireplace. There was no time to do anything other than hastily untie her apron and shove it into the nearest kitchen cabinet before running to the living room.
"Han! Chris!" she greeted brightly, hurrying forward to hug her friends.