Dean was late, despite the fact he'd been planning to be early since Susan had invited him. Of course then the decision that the studio group was gearing up for a showing again meant that he had been sent into something of a frenzy of trying to sort older works and prioritising what part-finished things to finish first, writing lists of things he'd like to try and do in time.
He'd even managed to run out of time to make the madeleines he had planned on and had to dash to the supermarket and grab some after dinner mints. He arrived, rather out of breath after Apparating just down the road and all but sprinting to Susan's door. He was very much hoping not to get hexed.