Pansy almost cursed when the house elf ripped the piece of paper out of her hands almost quicker than she could read the words on it but refrained. She supposed if the house was under Fidelius then she'd be a little worried about people having the address too.
Walking towards the row of houses, she frowned as she saw numbers eleven and thirteen but no twelve. Undaunted, she took another step forward and then another until she was nearly on their doorsteps and watched as a house seemingly squeezed its way in between them.
God, Pansy loved magic.
Walking up the stairs and into the house, she gave her Muggle coat and outer garments to the house elf and smiled at him, sensing that minding her manners would be prudent. "Thank you," she said politely. "Where am I to go?"