Anna's eyes widened in surprise as Mary opened the door. Well that was unexpected. That one should have been at Slater's. Ah well. She was so pretty too! Good. She might be useful after all. Anna smiled warmly. "Oh, Mary darling!" She clasped her hands. "Mary, I--"
A man's voice stopped Anna mid-word and Mary stepped aside to reveal... Oh. Well, he'd certainly grown up well. Not much like his father, really. Strange. Ah well. At least none of them were ugly. "Mary, is that any way to greet your mother?" she asked gently, as if she were the most loving parent in the world before brushing by the girl.
She stepped into the house and out of the rain, and kept her eyes on the man on the stairs. "Harry? Dearest, is it really you?" she asked in awed, almost fearful tones.