Roger hadn't heard from Mandy all day, and he still wasn't sure whether or not that was a good thing. It was weird not to hear from her at all. If she was too busy with work for dinner or wanting to stay over at her place she always let him know. But the dead silence? Not a good sign. He'd stayed over after practice for paperwork, not wanting to have to spend a lot of time at home and hear it from Will. After there was absolutely nothing left for him to do, and tired of being restless and antsy all day about Mandy and what she might have heard or read and what was running through her head, he popped home, took a quick shower, and headed over to Mandy's.
Her wards still let him in, which was a good sign, but she wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, her usual places. "Mandy?" he asked, wandering around, poking his head into the other rooms before noticing the bathroom light was on. The door was cracked open and he leaned around the doorframe, hesitantly. "Hey, beautiful." And she was. Even with no makeup and her hair up she was still his gorgeous girl. Not the goddess fantasy woman that was Fleur Delacour, but the real girl he loved and still thought was the prettiest in the world. But she looked tired. And the look on her face? Oh, she'd heard. She'd definitely heard.
He started to ask her how her day was, out of habit, but checked himself. Obviously she'd had a shite day and it was probably his fault. He sighed and rested his head against the doorframe. He really fucking hated the gossip rags and he had no idea what to say to Mandy.