Romi threw a jumper on over her jean shorts and tank top before heading to her flat's floo. Stepping out of Eddie's floo, she braided her hair to the side casually, easily, as she wandered into his apartment. "Eddie?" She called, headed straight for the kitchen.
Truth be told, Romilda was terrified of storms, so not being home alone in her flat for the evening had been a very welcome invitation indeed. Not that she'd ever admit any of that, of course. A particularly loud thunderclap came just then, though, and had Romi jumping nearly out of her skin.