In light of everything that had happened with Lady Narcissa Black and Sir Draco Malfoy who was taking her side in all of this and making her feel bad for standing up for herself and asking for an apology that she deserved, Helga really hadn't wanted to go delivering her pies. They could all wait for the sun to come out, she had told herself, as she had knelt on the sofa and peered out the wet window. There had been rivulets. That was a lot of rain.
But then Sirius had helpfully reminded her that the pies were much better fresh. And after all, she had told Sheeba as she had packed Salaz- Sir Salazar's pie in a bag to protect it from the rain, he hadn't done anything to upset her. He didn't deserve his surprise pie to be stale. Even if Lady Narcissa Black didn't want to be her friend because she was in Slytherin. The very idea that being in a different house prevented you from being kind to each other vexed her a great deal, and Sheeba was well aware of that fact. She had then thrown the hood of her raincoat up over her head, waved goodbye to Sheeba and opened the door. Just as she closed it, Sheeba had barked twice, and Helga smiled, said "Thank you," and left.
After all, Sala- Sir Salazar didn't deserve to have a grumpy Helga show up at his door either.
So when she arrived and knocked with her tiny fist on his great big door, dripping with rain and holding the package as if it were the most precious thing in the world, Helga had a great big smile on her face.
"Hello Sa- Sir Salazar!" she said as she entered, then stepped to the side so that the door could close. "Thank you very much!" Helga moved her head back and forth and sideways and up and down in an attempt to shake the hood loose from her hair without using her hands which were a bit busy holding the pie upright. "I brought your pie. Pie delivery is wet work!"