While she hadn't asked her flatmate about a party yet, Brigid was planning on doing it soon. "I'm sending her an owl this evening to make sure that Friday or Saturday would work for her; I'm not sure of her work schedule either," she replied. "And see who she'd like to invite."
Pleased that he agreed, she beamed at him. She took another lick of her ice cream, making sure she went slower than would have been deemed appropriate. "Brilliant," she said. "Tell me how your music is going. Are you finding time to practice with your work schedule?"