Katie had just been coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn when she heard the knock on the door. Instantly, Quaffle began to growl, and Katie frowned. "Stop, Quaffle." Sighing, she sent the bowl floating towards the coffee table. She remembered when Quaffle used to wag his tail the moment he knew T was at the door; hell she remembered when she used to grin the moment she knew it was him. She missed that... even if she'd come to terms with the fact that they couldn't go back to that anymore.
Ordering the dog to sit a safe distance away- 'And be good, or I'll put you in the other room!'- Katie pulled open the door, offering T a faint smile, much less brilliant than how she'd once greeted him. "Hey." Her eyes drifted down to the bandage on his arm (right where his Mark was, she knew that much) before she added, "That where you hurt yourself yesterday?" Weird place to 'accidentally' cut yourself... Stepping aside so he could come inside, Katie added, "How's it feeling?"