When Charity opened her door, she nearly dropped her hand full of books when she saw Severus standing in front of her bookshelves. He wasn't the owl she had expected Robert to be slaughtering. She set her books on the coffee table as the cat lept off the couch and moved towards her, rubbing at her ankles, and she was forced to pick him up as he purred. "I see you took my owl quite serisouly." she said, with a bit of amusement. She was just happy to see him again.