[ @dwoodisgood] Silasâ schedule was hectic, to say the least. While he was based primarily at Mungoâs, he also did a fair bit of traveling. There were plenty of wizards and witches who spent time outside of the wizarding world, and sometimes medics were required outside of the hospital. His week had him moving all over the place and, once Sunday had come around, he was relieved to have a night at home without having to worry about the health and safety of other people. Well⊠most other people. Dahlia was almost always the exception. It was interesting how sheâd ended up moving in to one of the spare bedrooms of his flat. Sheâd basically shown up one day and decided sheâs rather not leave. Not that he minded entirely. He didnât have to clean up after her and it gave him a reason to cook real meals instead if pre-packed food for one. Tonight heâd made lasagna from an old recipe that heâd swiped from their mother. It was his favorite growing up, but it seemed like ages since heâd eaten it as an adult. âDahlia?â He called out from the kitchen, realizing just then that he hadnât bothered to check if she was even home. âHmmmâŠâ Pulling the dish from the oven he hummed quietly, a tiny fluff ball suddenly appearing and padding around in a figure eight between his legs as he walked. âLola, you donât like lasagna. And youâll like it even less if you trip me and I drop it on you.â Silas scolded the cat, completely oblivious as to why that might be weird.
Dahlia had her fair share of being a work-a-holic and trying to keep the fly on the wall position at the Ministry was tough work. Auror work wasnât her cup of tea, and she spent most of it getting hyped up for the confrontation itself. Dahlia wasnât one to indulge in violence, but she loved the thrill that it ignited around her. She hadnât apparated into her room long when she smelled the familiar scent of the Lasagna. As long as Silas cooked and she baked, and Donna did.. whatever Donna did she was quite happy cohabitating the flat. The keys clank against the wood of her nightstand along with her badge. She almost didnât hear Silas completely when he called her name. She heard Lola the cat first with her boisterous demands  in disguise of tiny mews.
She tried not to haul ass down the hallway to get to the food. Instead she opted to speed walk, not even taking the time to get the rest of her Ministry garb off. âI smell Lasagna. Do I need to make mumâs garlic bread?â Fingers curl on the other side of her knuckles as she cracks them and stares at her elder brother intently. âDid you read that article about the Order? Itâs scandalous. You should really let me style your hair before you go back to work.â She nodded sagely at the words. She was the one that wrote the article, but he didnât know that. A light emits from her eyes as she proclaims suddenly in quick succession. âI can sew you new smocks! Lola agrees.â
