Mary sighed in relief as Blitzer leapt off the couch and scrambled across the floor to her brother. She yawned and turned a bright smile on Harry. "I thought about it, but I decided it's not to my liking. I think I shall be taking up piracy instead. I was meaning to ask you if you knew where to find a decent parrot."
But there was something in his posture and tone that warned her and she sat up, slowly as he shut the door. There was a lot going on and he hadn't told her even a bit of it, she was dead sure, and something looked close to setting him off. Or he was just tired. Not for the first time she wished she could read her own brother half as well as she could other people.
"Sorry about Blitzer. Only he looked so sad on the floor... and I hope you don't mind my being in here. No one said I wasn't allowed, and, well, it's out of the housekeeper's way," she admitted with a sheepish look. "She's in a right pique with me over this last bit and..." Mary shrugged. She glanced at the closed door and back at Harry and she hoped she didn't look as suddenly nervous as she felt. This wasn't Slater's court, there were different rules. "Is- is somethin wrong, Harry?"