Gen and open!
Gen had helped with the preparations wherever she could. She wasn't a good cook. She wasn't a good host. She had led Rachel take the lead and helped where she was needed.
The young witch hadn't even considered fancy clothes. She just wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. Comfort was all she wanted from clothes. Her hellhound rested in a corner. The broken wand was slid in between her belt and the jeans. She needed to find a better one. Maybe one of her parents' wands would still be around.
A corner was her hiding spot for now. She was strangely nervous about this meeting. It was so normal. Like stuff she heard that people did. She had no idea what to expect and there was this nagging feeling that it couldn't be real.