JT. She stared at the door. She simply sat there and stared at it. She knew the Auror fairly well, but she didn't put it past Leathan to have sent him to come after her. Taking time to finish her fag, she merely watched the door. It had to have been a good ten minutes before she gave up the ineffective standoff; she knew JT was a stubborn arse.

Unfolding her legs, she swayed to her feet, considered putting on bottoms, but decided against it. Her shirt - strike that, Atheers shirt, a white button up with long sleeves, brushed just past the edge of her bottom, the front buttons barely buttoned to a modest level. Reaching the door, she threw it open, leaned against the door jamb, and looked at him for a long moment.

"Enter," she said at last, turning and walking back towards the couch. "Wine? Beer? Liquor? I've got the bases covered. If you want food, you're out of luck," she said, resuming her seat on the couch, modesty not a concern for her as she drew a leg up on the couch.


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