"My brother has wards like that on his place," Thomas nodded. "But he usually just mutters at it." If he got physical with the door, it was because the frame was bent, after the zombie attack a few years earlier.
Thomas sauntered in after her, half hoping the friend was home. He sort of wanted to meet someone who was cursed with Harry living in his head. The whole idea of it was ridiculous, but Thomas wasn't going to call the guy, or Jax, out on it.