Zach paused on the threshold and tucked his wand deep into his bag. He'd left strict orders at St Mungo's that tonight was his anniversary and he was not to be disturbed unless some disaster managed to knock out every other available Healer in the United Kingdom.
Satisfied that it was buried deep enough that even when they did try to reach him, and they would, he wouldn't hear it.
He pushed the door open and gaped. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't the tropics somehow supplanted in their flat.
"Ah, Debi?" he asked when she approached, her sarong draped fetchingly over Junior and a drink in her hand. "Did we discuss redecorating and I missed it?"