Febs had regretted sending those letters the instant the owl had left the window, but it was too late to call  her father's uncooperative owl back by the time she'd flung herself at the window to do so. She'd watched it disappear into the fog and the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach nearly dropped her to her knees.

She had to get out.

Being cooped up in her house at a time like this was absolutely unbearable. With no way to distract herself from all these feelings and memories it was hard to think of anything else and it only served to frustrate her. Putting her feelings down in words hadn't helped, all it had done was piss her off to the point where she'd actually sent them. They'd been cruel at points and far too honest, but in the end she wasn't sure she regretted sending them. She was a painfully blunt person, so maybe this was for the better.

Still, she couldn't sit there any longer. The fog could be damned, Febby scooped up her wand (though it was useless in the fog) and slipped out the back door. They all assumed she was sleeping off some kind of illness anyway. It would be a little while before they noticed she was gone and maybe she'd be back before then. Febs knew her neighborhood, knew the streets and where to go, a walk to clear her head would help. If only she could get out one of their old brooms and go flying, that would really do the trick.

With long purposeful strides, she ate up  the length of her street easily and turned onto the more main strip only to crash into something unexpected and solid. She stumbled, and almost fell back, grabbing ahold of the person's arms to prevent herself from actually falling. After she regained her balance, she looked to see who it was, only to find a frustratingly familiar face looking down at her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Was all she could breath out as she automatically let go of him and stepped back. It took all of  her will power not to take a swing at him.