Who: Andrew Kirke and Evan Potter. What: Fluffy domesticity. Worrying. Cuddles. Where: Evan's flat. When: Sunday 27th November, afternoon.
"Alright, mum, I'll see you next weekend," Andrew confirmed. "Love you. Bye." He ended the call on Aisling's mobile, turning the device off and shoving it into his pocket before apparating back to Panquake House to leave it on her bedside table, as she'd instructed before heading out for the afternoon. Checking his hair in Aisling's mirror, Andrew sighed. It was nearly December, he really couldn't put off asking his mum about Christmas any longer. And since he was visiting to ask her that, he might as well tell her about Elise while he was there, right? Two birds with one stone, and all that. He honestly didn't know which conversation to be more worried about. There was nothing Andrew could reasonably be expected to do about Elise. It wasn't his fault she existed, or his fault he'd found out about her. His mum couldn't possibly blame him. She could definitely guilt him for not wanting to spend Christmas with her, though. Without telling her the truth about Evan, Andrew didn't know what he was going to say to explain why he didn't want to spend a week at home.
He made his way to the kitchen, where he grabbed two bottles of beer before apparating to Evan's. As far as Andrew knew, Ron was still in hospital, and Harry was probably training or at Parvati's. So it was no surprise to find the kitchen dark and empty, even though it wasn't yet 4pm. He stashed the beer and kicked off his shoes, padding through to Evan's bedroom in his tartan socks. "Hey," he said, smiling. "I know it's not dinner time, but can we get food delivered?"