Lily had retired the teapots and had been (unsuccessfully) trying the same spell that had worked on them with old marbles of James' she'd looted from his childhood bedroom. She had the idea that, if they could make the reception clear enough between two smaller objects (as she hadn't perfected the teapots by any means), then they would me much easier to hide; they could be dropped in pot plants, stuck to the undersides of tables... that sort of thing. After an a little more than an hour of trying to get the marbles to respond to the spell, she'd gotten frustrated and flopped back on the sofa in the sitting room. She was buggering tired, to make the best of it. The baby was keeping her awake at all hours, seemingly running a bloody marathon in the womb. Lily was glad for a bit of activity from him (it?), but Jesus H. Christ couldn't he do it a three in the afternoon instead of three in the morning?
When Lily heard the sound of Caradoc falling against the door she nearly jumped out of her skin. She'd been lying with her head back and eyes closed, half dozing off. With one hand on her chest and the other gripping her wand firmly, she got up and made her way to the door. It was a full pane of glass on either side, so the second she walked into the foyer Lily saw that it was Caradoc. Excellent! she thought happily. Right on time.
"Hello, Caradoc!" she greeted him after opening the door, a smile on her face. "Loose your balance, there? You nearly gave me a heart attack."