Characters: Hestia, Caradoc.
Caradoc was coming! CARADOC WAS COMING. Oh god, my dad had left this place a mess. Oh god, I was a mess. I still had my hair up in a towel from my 'eew, rain' shower when I got in, I was currently curled up on the settee in a nice warm blanket, reading. I needed to do something. I got up, threw my book on the table in a haphazard fashion, settled my cup of tea there and folded up my cuddly blanket neatly and put it on the back of the settee. The fire was already roaring, so I couldn't leave it for too long, dad might kill me if I set fire to the house when he was away for a weekend.
MY HAIR. Oh no. Why was I worrying so much? I never worried about any of these things when anyone else was coming? Oh, because Caradoc was just amazing. That's why. I ruffled the towel through my hair whilst I put the kettle on and fumbled with a teapot and some plates. Dad's crispy Welsh cakes and ice cream. Exciting. I was just about to get my wand to dry my hair properly when I heard someone at the door. Oh, bollocks, as the Anglo-Saxons say. I tangled my hair out as neat as I could and settled for it being slightly damp. I threw the towel on the bannister of the stairs and bounded to the door. Better not be a salesman.