LOCATION: Macnair residence DATE: evening, 2 october 1979 AVAILABILITY: for @numbcarrow
For a week or two when she first moved in, she could have walked around naked whenever she wanted, since she practically had moved into an empty house. She woke up every morning to an empty room and crawled into bed after her nightly stretching routine, the whole day having often gone by without seeing her husband. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she grew used to it – then just as she had, he appeared more often.
The last few days however, it was like those first weeks all over again. This time, she thought she knew where he was. Or at least, she could guess at what he was doing. Still, it left her rattled. Rattled enough to send out an owl after the shocking headlines in the Prophet that morning, which, as she poured herself a glass of wine, she’d all but forgotten.
The bell rang, startling her. She had good reason to expect no unannounced visitors, barring Rigel, and she glided to the door, wand in her hand along with her glass. There was a hint of surprise on her face as she opened it, though she quickly masked it with only a smile that was only half insincere. “I didn’t expect you would actually come,” she says by way of explanation, stepping aside to let him enter.