Abigail had been out in the gardens, tending to a few of the rosebushes that she had grown particularly fond of. She had heard Harry's arrival, but paid it no mind; if the visitor were for her, somebody was bound to come out and find her. They hadn't, though, and she was able to spend some time poking about her roses before trimming a bunch to bring into the house; they'd look lovely in her room. She was making her way back into the house, roses in hand, when she heard her sister's screaming and the door slam. She wasn't at all surprised when she turned the corner and found Harry.
"I should have known it was you," she said with a grin. Ambling over, she leaned up to greet him with a kiss on each cheek. "What ever did you say to her now?"