Tibby was still avoiding the house. He was certain it'd probably be fine by now, but he wasn't certain the problem had been resolved. Veri needed to understand that she couldn't be trashing his...no, their...house the way she had been as of late. His lack of desire to see her had kept him in the spare bedroom of Fletcher's home for days now; but as always, he couldn't rely upon Fletcher for food.
He stepped into Hogsmeade, tightening his scarf as he glanced around. His eyes landed on Hestia and his face brightened up. He strolled over to her, grinning widely as he typically did. He was so casually oblivious to the things going on in their world.
"Hey Hes!" He said, rather perky for a friday afternoon.