Not much had changed in Bella's daily routine since her morning in bed with Jamie apart from small changes that went by wholly unnoticed by the rest of the MacFusty household. She braided her hair nicer and made a conscious effort to keep the dirt off her clothes, all in some twisted effort to ensure she'd look presentable if Jamie visited the main MacFusty home—which he hadn't. The 22nd had come, and despite the intimacy they'd shared the Saturday before, she was unable to bring herself to visit him.

The next Monday, however, was different. A week of regret had left her wondering how he was doing—and more importantly, if he was thinking of her—to the point where she'd mustered the courage to meet him on their scheduled day. Clad in her cotton dress and her hair up in a loose braid, she chose to apparate in favor of walking to stop herself from turning back. He wasn't outside, so it was a very long walk to the front of his shack. Times before had taught her not to enter without letting him no, she she loudly knocked before opening the door.

"Jamie?" she called quietly, peeking around each corner as she walked through the house. "It's Bella," she added, speaking a little louder as she peeked into the empty sitting room. Merlin, the only way she'd feel sillier is if she had a flower pinned in her hair!

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