Shortly after knocking she stowed her wand away out of sight, something every fiber of her being told her was a stupid move, a weak move. She was leaving herself open to attack but she knew she had to appear the helpless maiden, the damsel in distress. She just hoped the clowns that opened the door were men. Men who could be easily pulled into the charm of a Veela, well, half a Veela. The voices that responded to her knock told her that her luck was in.
As the voices behind the door worked at opening it, she shot a sideways glance at the area where Jon had stood. He wasn’t there now. She allowed herself, for a fleeting moment, wonder over whether he was actually there or was simply using this whole affair to tie up some very loose ends in his life. If that was the case then he best hope she was killed because if not, well, the phrase a woman scorned would fit well in the retribution she would bring down on him.
She pushed that thought away as the door opened and a man came into her eye-line. Well, that wasn’t entirely what she was expecting. Then again, what was she thinking they were going to be? Great hulking Orges? Goblins with an axe to grind? The truth was she hadn’t thought about what they might have been or who they were. In her mind they had been persons unknown who had violated her sanctuary, killed the best damn babysitter and kidnapped her child.
Anger boiled just below the surfaces as she looked at their tidy hair and neat clothes, then, she thought of the bigger picture and shoved that burning rage down, right down to the pit of her stomach and smiled at the wizard in front of her.
“I’m so sorry,” she said shifting her accent slightly, letting it hit the notes one would expect of a well bred witch “I was visiting a friend and he...just...” she trailed off slightly, wiping at one cheek as she turned her head away, taking a deep breath and looking back “left me here, alone.” then continuing the defenseless damsel routine she ventured on to the rest of what he said “Action? Is there a party? I could really use a drink” gracefully she stepped towards the man, resting a hand on one of his biceps “and some company.” she let the words hang there and hoping she hadn’t overplayed her hand and that the man would let her in.