"I didn't charm your room. Why would you even think that?" the blonde questioned, placing one hand on her hips as the fingers of her other hand ran through her hair.
Her face scrunched into confusion, "Dinner party? What dinner party? You never told me - and I didn't do anything!" she gestured wildly, confused, "The flat is the same as it's always been. Did you hit your head? I told you you'd get a concussion one day."