Callidora didn't have work that evening, though she wished she did. She had assumed that Isaac was going to stay home and annoy her the entire night, but to her susprise, he had left to go Merlin knows where, but he had left her alone, and she was grateful for that.
She was enjoying the evening alone, reading, in her black silk pajama bottoms and a green tank top, her hair pulled up behind her head. Hearing the knock at the door only made her stomach sink, and she got up from where she was perched in her livingroom.
"What in the bloody hell did you forget, you have a fucking key," she was muttering before she opened the door, expecting to see Isaac. But Isaac wasn't on the other side, it was Fred Weasley.
Although she scowelled at him, she wasn't surprised, and she wasn't that angry. "Flowers. Really, Fred?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.