Kira was looking forward to actually doing something not work related. As it stood this was twice in less then two weeks that she'd actually gotten out to do something other then work. If she kept this up then she might actually be labeled as something other then a workaholic. Being a workaholic was actually something Kira had never thought would ever describe her. In a way she should have expected it though since she was doing something she enjoyed. She did have a rather fanatical attitude toward such things.
She was determined to not spend her entire weekend working though, so she actually refrained from going into work at all on Saturday. Instead she spent time cleaning up her place and putting papers were they belonged. She would invite someone to her place next time instead of having to go to theirs. After all it was terribly rude of her to always insist it was their place or some sort of establishment. Estella probably thought that Kira simply never wanted her over with the amount of times she made certain that they met up at the Rosier's place instead.
And of course not all of her time could be spent cleaning up and when the time to meet up with Marcus got closer she was more then ready to stop and get ready. She traded out her older, more battered clothes for pair of pressed pants and a blouse. She ran a brush quickly through her short, blonde locks and headed toward the door, grabbing her long coat on the way. Quickly pulling it on, she apparated away and appeared in Diagon Alley with a crack.
"Cold," she muttered, pulling her coat closer around herself and crossing her arms to help keep her hands warm. She grinned as she got closer to the pub and noticed Marcus. "You have to be freezing. Shall we head in?"