Doe wasn’t necessarily a morning bird -- of course she had to be up and about in the earliest of hours but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Her frustrations this very morning however were quite justified when she nearly jumped out of bed at the sound of footsteps. That noise would have been comforting if she didn’t know that she was meant to be alone today and her roommates were out and about. Pulling the long jumper over her head, she didn’t hesitate for a second to grab her wand, slowly opening her door as she peeked out from the small space she had managed to make, there was nothing. She stepped out into the hall at ease, the shape of a man catching the corner of her eye, “are you fucking kidding me?” she nearly yelled, as the all too familiar Prewett stood before her, “I could have killed you -- it’s nine in the morning, Fabian. What the bloody hell are you doing here?” she huffed, tucking her wand into her boxer shorts as she glared daggers at the man, attempting to ignore the adoration that was threatening to burst from her heart at the sight of the man. She had missed him.