And there Justin appeared, just moments after he had popped into her head. She frowned when it was he who answered the door.
"Apologies? Apologies for what. I'm not the one in the habit of prancing about like a Hippogryff in a crystal ball shop." It had cost her a pretty sickle to get that drink stain removed from her dress robes. The accident had been the beginning of things going not so well that evening.
"Can I come in? It's cold out." She lifted up the dessert in hope the bribe of sugar might get her in the house.