Fletcher came into his house, moving gently. The salve had helped quite a bit and he had to thank Pansy for that. She was a dear, darling, sweet girl and he'd love her until the world ended. He was so glad for their relationship being one that allowed them to talk about anything without having to worry.
He arched an eyebrow at the sight of Tiberius sitting on his couch. He hung up his work robe, before moving to sit on the coffee table. "Hello there, Buttercup." Oh...He had those infernal Muggle things on his ears. He wondered idly if he could hear him. He glanced down at his shirt for a moment. He really ought to change. Wearing a bloody shirt was hardly his style.