(omg SORRY for replying so late. D: )
Natalie woke up early Sunday morning because she had planned on visiting her family - in particular Nick - at the Travers Manor for the day. After prepping and dressing for the day, she walked into her flat's kitchen, only to find an owl resting on her counter. She did not recognized the owl; it was just a regular barn owl, one you could find at any post office in the wizarding world, and no one she knew owned one quite like the one staring back at her. It clicked its beak at her, and she rushed over to untie the package from its claw. Before waiting for a response, the owl flew away out her window. And then she opened the package, which contained some berry tarts and a message from the Dark Lord herself, inviting her to a get-together that night. A chill ran down her spine, and she immediately sent a message to her parents, telling them she would be unable to make it that day.
She spent most of her day pacing back and forth in her flat, going through an entire pack of cigarettes. She was a nervous wreck, and if any one could see her, they would think she was suffering a mental breakdown. Which, in some sense, she was. She thought it may be it was best to get her most doubtful thoughts out of the way because Evan had told her that he somehow knew people's thoughts. That was enough to freak her out, let alone the overwhelming responsibility coming her way.
As midnight approached, she was dressed and as composed as could be, sitting by her door and wringing her hands. She stared at her fire, expecting someone to appear there any moment, until she heard a small pop and saw a black hooded figure standing in her living room. There was absolutely no way to figure out who the person was, and though she was wary of following a stranger, she stood up and placed her hand on the figure's arm when he gestured. After an intense pressing and pushing, her feet felt ground and she blinked. No longer was she in her flat, but in the middle of a dark street. The smell of smoke was overwhelming and she glanced over to the smoldering houses. Must be some of his work, she thought.
The hooded figure stopped in front of an empty house and knocked on the door. The both waited outside on the doorstep for a reply and an invitation in.