Who: Niki Urquhart and Flora Carrow. When: August 7th, 1998. Afternoon. Where: Silas's place, where Niki is currently residing. What: Flora comes to visit Niki and bring the flowers she grew for him. Rating: Low.
Niki was seated cross-legged on the floor of the living room. He had a stack of plates in front of him, and one by one he was transfiguring them into various things. The first had become a teacup. The second had become a spoon. The third, he was currently working to transfigure into a toothbrush, for no particular reason except that he wanted to practice making bristles.
He was a dishevled thing, moreso than even was 'normal' for him, with lank hair falling into his face and clothes that were wrinkled and grubby. Humming in an absent way, he swished his wand in the air and watched the plate stretch and thin and sprout some bristles. Slightly wonky bristles, which made him narrow his eyes and frown at it a little bit. He could do better than that - and would, but a knock at the door distracted him.
Looking up, he wondered if Silas was around. Since there was no noise, no sound of footsteps or anything else, he figured not, and pushed to his feet. Tucking his wand into the pockets of his jeans, he padded in barefeet to the door. One toenail was painted black. He threw the lock, and pulled it open.
Niki blinked at the person on the other side. "Hi, Flora," he said, scratching his hair a little bit. "Do you. Want to come in?"