"Bored," she admitted with a small smile, locking the flat door behind him. Romilda sat on one end of the couch, leaving room for Adrian on the other. "Though at least it's not as hot out as it could be. I wilt in the heat," she added, just a little wry.
That and her cooling charms weren't quite up to snuff; one had barely managed a puff of cool breeze before it dissipated, and when she'd put more effort into the next, it had burst a light bulb in the nearest lamp and left frost on the broken glass.