Who: Matilda and Marcus What: surprise!sleepover. Where: Marcus's flat. When: A few days ago? >_> Warnings: Low. Status: Closed and complete.
Her shift was possibly the longest double on earth and by the time she was done, her knees were sore from running and her fingers could barely grip a pen. Truly, Matilda was exhausted and when the interns asked her to stay and work with them on the overnight shift, she laughed harshly at them before excusing herself from the building. She wasn’t going to stay there and help them with their start of shift paperwork, she had things to do! Before she floo’d out of the women’s changing room, Matilda gripped the keys in her hand and grinned. With declaration, she called out his address into the fireplace and then dropped the powder on the floor.
The landing into the lobby of his flat was smooth and without a stumble. A brushes were needed to get the soot off of her clothes but then she was up the stairs to his flat with the keys in the door. It was odd being there without him; she hadn’t been there before but when she opened the door she felt the sense of coming home: the smells were familiar, the couch looked suspiciously like one that used to be at his house and the little lamp was one she could have sworn was one that her father had given to him years before. In truth, she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hand over the fabric on his couch, her fingers finding the familiar ripples in the fabric.
It felt like a safe haven.
Knowing full well that he wasn’t home yet, Matilda stripped down in his living room and carried her clothes to his bedroom; she folded them neatly and placed them under his bed before starting to go through the bottom drawer of his dresser, her hands idly searching for something to wear in the dark. It wasn’t until her fingers slipped into a collar of a shirt that she found a very familiar, soft fabric in the bottom of the drawer. Matilda pulled it out and then walked with it in her hands to the bathroom before absently placing it on the counter. She did a check for towels and then slipped into the shower, her underwear left carelessly on the floor.
When you were tired, nothing was important.
After taking her time to clean off and destress, Matilda climbed out of the shower and slipped on the old sweatshirt she had given to him almost five years ago. It was a joke, the crimson and gold lion on the front of it. She wanted him to have something that reminded him of her, but when she found it in the bottom drawer, she knew that she was meant to wear it for him, instead.
Before climbing into bed, she sent his keys out with his owl with a heart shaped note, hoping he would get it; anyone else would have just laughed. As she sank into bed to wait for him, Matilda surrounded herself with pillows and curled up, her head peeking out from the blankets.
She was out instantly and didn’t even stir when the front door opened.