Dennis had to admit that being invited anywhere was something he'd not had the pleasure of in months, and it was still very intriguing.
Putting on his best suit, he stopped by in Blackpool for an appetiser, foregoing his usual play and just draining his dinner completely dry in a back alley before continuing on to Hogsmeade.
It was well after ten by the time he managed to run to the outskirts of Hogsmeade. It had been months since he fled the village, and honestly, it hadn't changed.
But he stepped carefully, keeping to the shadows and making sure as hell that Jander was nowhere in sight. Keeping out of the way of the wizards was one thing, but keeping away from another resident vampire was another.
From this distance he could still feel the vampire repelling wards around Honeydukes as he passed, a soft snicker escaping his lips at the thought of his brother. Eventually he came to the back door of Orla's, his sense of smell assaulted easily by the very smell of her brewing. A little hard to miss, but very familiar to her home in Upper Slaughter.
As he raised his hand and knocked, he spotted the garlic hanging from the door, and simply laughed low as he waited for her to invite him in. "Hello?" he said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear if she was behind the door. "Open up, it's the evil and murderous vampire you invited around."