Today had been a rather piss-boring day. All her friends had been out or busy or... in jail, and she'd managed to make enough money the previous day to mean that she didn't need to go out to work just yet. Not enough to be able to go and find something to do, but enough to buy her dinner that evening. As it was, right then, she was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, humming a tuneless tune. Much like the ones Harry used to sing.
She blinked when she heard a knock. Who would be coming to see her? Besides the bleeding landlord, and she'd already paid up, so if it was him, she had a good mind to tell him exactly what she thought of him. Rolling off of her bed, she groaned and straightened her grubby dress, tucking some loose red strands behind her ear and shuffling over to the door. "I already paid, so there's no reason to... ...oh! Hector!" She immediately broke out into a wide smile, subconsciously straightening her posture and wishing she'd bothered to wash her dress. "I'd say come in but I forgot to clean... how're you, dear? Did you want to come in anyway? You'll have to mind the mess..." She could feel her cheeks begin to burn somewhat; Hector was such a refined man, and her little rooms were... well, a dump.