He was halfway out of his office when Stephen suddenly recalled he had absolutely no idea where the hell he was headed to, exactly. And even upon flicking open his journal, didn't seem to locate an address. With a grimace, he picked up the Floo Network directory and scanned until he'd found 'Chambers, A.'
Well. That worked. Scrawling down the address onto a piece of parchment, he threw his quill somewhere on his desk, checked his pocket for galleons and then walked out the door for real. Navigating a path to where the fireplaces were was supposed to be easy enough. Until he got waved down to offer an opinion between two textiles. That had been a unique experience that involved a lot of flattery and diplomacy on his part.
Eventually he made it, squinted down at the address again, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and -- hoped he was saying the right thing right before that familiar jerk sent him whirling through some constituent of space and time and right into where he hoped was Audrey's fireplace.
"Hey?" he greeted casually, a hint of second-guessing in his tone.