Florence unbolted several locks at once, "Of course you can come in," her own voice cracking, "I just want to make sure it's you," she opened the door and flung her arms around him. She hugged him tightly. Her hair was messy and her eyes were beginning to get puffy. She didn't care at this point. Smeth had seen her at her worst and at the moment she was mentally, at her lowest.
"Oh Smeth," she squeaked out and let go of him quickly. She ushered him in quickly and looking around before she closed the door, re-bolted all of the doors. "When you want to leave you can just Apparate directly out of my flat. I don't want any chances." She chewed on her lower lip and decided against the bottle of wine she had in the fridge. Depression and alcohol never mixed.
She looked up at him and tried to not to completely break down. For the first time since her sixth year she hadn't bothered with make-up or her silk blouses and black slacks and heels. It seemed silly. Instead, tonight, and tonight only, she opted for a baggy t-shirt, sweatpants and bare feet. She wiped a stray tear off of his cheek.
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