Amberlin's Cottage

[Amberlin Harlow]

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Floos into the recently bought cottage, muttering under her breath as she brushes soot that was never there to begin with from her work robes. Shrugging out of said robes, she glanced down at her current outfit in slight disgust.*

_{Merlin, did I get dressed in the dark?}

*Shakes her head, running her tongue over her teeth as she kicks off her heels, leaving them by the fireplace. She checks around the room for her white cat, Case, and quirks one eyebrow as the feline appears to be hiding somewhere. The move hasn't been the easiest for Case, because apparently the previous owner of the cottage had owned a pygmy puff, or something as ridiculous.*

*Padding into the kitchen, she crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes as she tries to figure out what she's going to eat.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Hazel, Theodore's owl, flies up to Amberlin's cottage, and begins to tap lightly on the window. In it's beak is a letter from Theodore.::

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Jumps, startled by the soft tapping on the window before glaring at the owl responsible. She glides over to the window, opening it only after seeing the letter in its beak. Opening the letter, she scans over the curled script with one eyebrow quirked.*

Oh, for the love of Merlin, I can't believe he thinks I still care about that.

*Pauses, looking up at the wall distractedly. With a furrowed brow, she bites her bottom lip in concentration.*

_{What did I even leave over th-}

*Eyes widen as she remembers the article of clothing in question.*

-oh! Blast! Why did I- it doesn't matter, he's still got it, hasn't he?

*Stalks back into the sitting room, tossing the letter into the fire. As she watches it burn, memories of what happened last time she was at Nott Manor flash before her eyes, and she grins wickedly. If he could owl her the letter, saying he'd found the garment, he certainly could've sent that over as well. Murmurs to herself, glancing down at her outfit once more.*

My, my, what the devil is he planning now?

*Shrugs, not caring what the wizard's planning because she might just be imagining things. Without a second thought, she dashes up into her bedroom, searching for something more appropriate to wear to Nott Manor.*

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Moments later, she hops back down the stairs, running one hand through her hair. Checking to make sure her wand is in her back pocket, she pulls at the bottom of her jacket and glances down at her black slacks.*

_{Bugger it, I'm not staying over there for too long, anyways!}

*Takes a deep breath, before turning on one heel, Disapparating with a loud crack.*