She has a bundle of flowers, frozen and wilted in the cold, but that’s the best she could do. At least they aren’t burnt. She knocked on his door. “Hurry up and open up! I’m cold!”
Wilson was the one to answer the door before he was shoved aside by Percy. “Come in, my dear.”“Okay, first off that was rude,” Wilson starts, getting up and dusting himself off. “Second, good evening miss Willow.” Chester bites Percy’s pant leg and tugs him back from the door, growing softly.















