So close, so close.

Abbey was almost there when someone stepped in front of the door. Bullocks. And yes, a lady of refinement, such as Abigail, was allowed to say such things. So long as her mother or sister weren't within earshot. However, she was good at pretending to be older than she was- a life of wealth and a childhood that ended before it begun had raised her well in that way. If that could be considered well.

However, she certainly was in for a grand surprise when she lifted her chin in the most mature of ways and was face to face with none other than... family.

"Curtis!" she cried, more from shock than annoyance. Wildly, she glanced around. "Curtis, what are you... what are you doing... this is Hogsmeade!" she cried, utterly confused. He was a wizard?

Cousin Abigail, what, might I ask, are you doing all by yourself and entering the Hogs Head? Hm?

"What are you doing here?" she asked, large brown eyes popped wide. Strange. This was utterly strange.