sunday mornin' comin' down [flat 109]

[Kelly Evans]

It was the day after the Ministry ball, and Kelly had already had two angry owls, one from Straw and one from Queety (why they felt the need to send her an owl each, Kelly had no idea), declaring that their hangovers were all Kelly's fault, and that she should have done more to stop them drinking so much. Kelly laughed as she set down the most recent missive, the owl fluttering out her open window back up to Straw and Queety's apartment. She knew they didn't want replies from her, only the chance to complain, and Kelly imagined they were lucky that Kat had taken the children for the rest of the weekend. It was Sunday, and Kelly had not only had the hindsight to take the day off work, she'd also been smart enough to not over-indulge the alcohol the previous night, and so was feeling as healthy as ever. Sometimes she could be very smug.

Curled up in the window seat in the living room of apartment 109, with the sun and a gentle breeze streaming through the window, Kelly was dressed simply in an oversized t-shirt that left one shoulder uncovered, and black leggings, her feet bare. Kelly's dark hair was left to hang in tousled waves over her shoulders, and a cup of tea sat beside her, forgotten about due to her involvement in the current book she was reading. Jacques had had to go into the Ministry despite the weekend, so despite having had so little time with him she was enjoying the solitude. Not that she planned on being alone all day; she had grand ideas about an intimate dinner for when he returned, and she'd already thought up the delicious food she would cook order from the Red Star Lounge.

But for now, she was happy to indulge in the peace of the morning, and as she picked up the book from where she'd placed it face down beside her, she felt that nothing could intrude on her day. She looked across at the gold mirror hanging on the opposite wall and smiled at her reflection, which snidely commented, "You couldn't have brushed your hair when you got up this morning?"

Kelly ignored the voice, having learned her lesson the first time she was caught talking back to inanimate objects.

[Charlie Hamilton]

Charlie walked through the halls of Follett Towers, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. He'd been away with the Ministry for a few weeks, and had missed his friends terribly. He'd already caught up with Straw at work, as they were partnered together once more, and he learned that Straw and Queety were now an item. There was no jealousy or anything weird on his side; he and Queety had been an item what seemed like a million years ago, and they'd ended on good terms. He was happy the pair were happy.

Thus, the next stop on his catch-up list was Kelly Evans. The pair had become close friends over the years, Jacques included, and it was at their door that he stopped this bright and sunny morning. He realised that the Ministry ball had been the evening before, and couldn't help but be glad he'd missed it. He never liked going to those things, though he usually had to make an appearance for the department's sake. If he knew Kelly (and he thought he did), she wouldn't have gone too crazy the evening before, but he glanced quickly at his watch anyway. It wasn't too early, so he wasn't worried he'd be waking her up. 

He tugged on the hem of his white button down shirt to straighten it out with his free hand, and knocked twice on the front door. He thought he heard a muffled groan from the other side of the door and he grinned. Perhaps he was disturbing the inhabitants after all.

[Kelly Evans]

Kelly heaved a great, mournful sigh and set her book to one side. Of course somebody would choose to knock on the door at that very moment. She quickly went through the list of people who could possibly be at her front door, and frowned as she couldn't think of a single one. Kat, Kelly knew, was with Frankie and the children; Straw and Queety were currently dying of their hangovers; Jacques was at work, and he wouldn't need to knock if he'd come home early, and that was really the end of her list. She flicked her hair over her shoulders and stood up, stretching her tired muscles as she did so, and padded to the front door on bare feet.

Taking a deep breath, readying herself for a fight in case her elderly neighbour had decided she wanted to complain about the delivery of the Daily Prophet once again, Kelly swung the door open. Immediately, she smiled widely as she beheld the man standing on her front stoop, and flung her arms around him in a tight hug. "Charlie Hamilton, as I live and breathe," she said warmly, squeezing her friend in a hearty embrace. "You were away way too long, once again. Come in, I just made tea."

Kelly stepped back into the apartment and held the door open for Charlie to enter, then followed him inside. She led the way through the apartment and settled back into the window seat, patting the empty space next to her for Charlie to sit down. She picked up her wand and conjured another tea cup, then picked up the pot and poured in the hot tea carefully. "So, how have you been? I hear you're working with Straw again, congratulations," she said with a cheeky grin. "I'm sure you keep him on his toes."