Agatha dropped down from her tiptoes as the peephole revealed that it was indeed Fredrick. She turned away for a second, trying to regain some of the anger from the fight earlier that night, but found that sleep had washed most of it away. If she tried hard enough, she was sure she could rile herself up again, but right now, she didn't feel like fighting so she opened the door.
"Do you know what time it is?" she said, voice scratchy with sleep. Just because she wasn't ready to rip his head off anymore, didn't mean she couldn't give him a rough time. Agatha patted down her hair and huffed, eyes blinking to get the sleep out. For the first time she noticed that he was bloody soaking wet, and she let out a short gasp.
"Oh--you idiot! It's pouring outside!" Agatha grabbed Fredrick's wrist to pull him into the flat, and then letting him go to go back and get her wand.
Honestly. She was mad at the fool, but he didn't have to go and catch pneumonia or something like that! Agatha returned with her wand and towels, shaking her head, "Take off your clothes!"
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