Cedrella sighed as she waited, checked the small pocket watch in her cloak, and sighed again. Was she going to have to have words with Septimus? She didn't want a fight, not when she was feeling so poorly, but he was taking far too long. Cedrella mentally contemplated the pros and cons of leaving without him when she heard rustling sounds, and the creak of a whole body's weight upon the ivy-strewn trellis that led up to her window.
It had to be him, because no one else was awake, and she was expecting him, but still Cedrella's heart pounded with terror--probably from reading too many of those racy novels that she hid from her mother in the loose floorboard in her closet. Cedrella stepped cautiously around the corner with her hand on her wand, which she kept steady in her pocket in case she needed to use it. Determined, Cedrella rounded on the fellow before her and saw--
"Septimus?" She squinted up at her fiancé, whose lanky body dangled precariously from the picket along the wall of her family home. All Cedrella could do for a moment was gape at him in perceivable surprise, but it was only the work of a moment before her moment of stunned silence had passed. She released her wand and perched her hands on her hips, looking more matronly consternation and less frightened surprise. "What are you doing? Nevermind that, get down, before you break something." The last thing they needed was to take Septimus to the Healers for a broken bone as well.
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