Wellingtonshire was not a small place. Helena, far from being the sort of woman who had absolutely no idea of the world around her, had been aware of this for some time, but with the Fog limiting the means of travel to one’s own two legs she had never before noticed quite how far the homes were from door to door. Merlin, it was no wonder she had thickened around the middle over the years given her instinct to apparate rather than just walk!
 
Fortunately her niece lived only one street away and she was walking so slowly for fear of tripping that she was hardly exerting any energy at all. As such when she arrived at the door she looked as fresh as if she had apparated and Helena felt smugly pleased that against her own expectations, this was not an endeavour that would end with her feeling embarrassed. Certainly the butler didn’t seem to think she looked amiss and Helena settled herself fin the sitting room waiting for her niece.
 
Finally the door opened and Helena smirked at Emma as the clock in the hallway finished its eleven chimes.
 
“Sorry to call so early. Although I suppose it is hard to tell the time of day at the moment.”