It was ten until eleven when Seth woke up with a splitting headache and in cold sweat. An hour later, he was standing before the steps of the Greengrass manor, hands itching, and not quite sure what to do with himself. In between that time, he had rolled out of bed and washed the blood off his nose as the clock chimed with bells at eleven, then finished shaving by quarter after. Seth took exactly nineteen minutes to get dressed, and by eleven forty, the house elves were removing his pillowcase, which had been soaked with blood from the night while Seth took his pill, and a little something extra for the pain.
At twelve until twelve, Seth was standing in a barren room that used to be his wife's private quarters. Two nights ago, she packed up her things and left for the Moon manor in the south of France about fifty minutes after their last screaming match, claiming that she can't take it anymore. Seth called Marley eight minutes after his wife disappears off the property, and was told that he had to prepare for a lengthy court battle. Last night, the paper work arrived via owl, and was returned via owl, not because Seth did not want to divorce her, but because there was in no way that Seth was going to give her that much money.
Eleven forty-nine, the front door slammed open and Mrs. Zabini clicked angrily into the lobby just as Seth disapparated from the manor to arrive precisely at eleven fifty before the Greengrass mansion. Reaching out, he knocked heavily on the door.