(ooc: I moved Matthew a bit, but I can edit ASAP if you want me to!)
Why was he patting his pocket for? Terrell’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the surprise and, admittedly, fear that had taken hold of her were beginning to fade, replaced by the same cold, logical decisiveness that she had felt at the end of the war and during the time she’d spent on the run before meeting Abe. Part of her wanted to go and ask him about the best course of action, but she knew she had to act quickly and without arising any suspicion in the man standing before her. She was a big girl, and as they said, it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
“If you would be so kind as to follow me so I can show you which room you can occupy?” she smiled, gesturing towards the stairs leading towards the second floor, “you look tired, sir,” Terrell added, in what she best hoped was a friendly tone, belonging more to a simple-minded muggle girl than to a scheming young witch, “we’ll get you comfortable, and you can worry about the bill afterwards. This way, please.”
Making sure he was following her and with her heart on her throat, Terrell trailed up the stairs, opening one of the closest doors and waiting until he had gone in to close the door behind her. “Has a great view, this room,” she commented, making her way towards the window, “See? Can view the whole neighborhood from here, you can.”