Atlas grinned again at her words on the parchment, and set it down on the table. "Looks like I'll be getting in late tonight," he said as she strode into his small bedroom, Octavius lifting his head from where he was lounging on the bed. "That is if I come home at all," Atlas laughed, walking over to scratch the dog head.
He didn't say anything else to the dog, just closed his eyes and concentrated hard, feeling the familiar pull of his navel. Next thing he knew, he was standing on the front steps of Longbottom House. He shook himself off, glad he was dressed somewhat more presentable than the last time she saw him.
Raising his hand, he knocked on the door and then rocked back on his heels to wait for someone to come to the door.