She had been to Percy's flat only a handful of times. Once to help him move a few years after Fred had died and maybe once or twice more after he had set the place up and wanted to show it off. So not often, and not recently.
It was almost eerily clean.
"I went to Smith's flat and gave the git what he deserved." She settled onto the sofa. "No more, no less. Smith couldn't hex his own arse without a map and detailed instructions, so it was hardly a challenge."