After visiting with Jamie, Minerva picked up a bottle of deep, red wine and a crusty baguette loaf to go with the dinner that Atlas was making for the both of them. She was surprised that he wanted to cook for her, but she wasn't going to turn down a free meal and one that she didn't have to make - not that she cooked often anyhow.
Her visit with Jamie had been stressful, however, and she was unaware of the sad face she had as she shopped. But, she felt the sadness and worry in her chest. Minerva refused to think of Jamie possibly dying from this hex or curse or whatever it was.
She couldn't accept that. Not Jamie. Her life without being able to talk to him or see him seemed unbearable to even think about.
Atlas hadn't opened the door when she knocked on it, and then she heard his voice faint in the background. Even above the barking of Octavius, and Minerva pushed the dog aside with her legs as she opened the door.
"Down!" she said firmly to the dog, who actually behaved and sat with a large, tongue-hanging smile on his face and looked up at her.
Moving into the kitchen, she deposited the wine and the bread onto a counter.
"Hey. Mind if I crack open the wine early?" she asked, pulling out the bottle.