She was late. Late, late. She didn't need to glance at her pocket watch to tell her that but she did need it to tell her how late. She'd slipped out of the hustle of preparations earlier in the day to find a moment of quiet with her sketchbook in the greenhouse (she'd been working on a project for Herbology and her own botanical-themed doodles once she'd gotten bored of that.) but she lost track of time. And now Calla smelled of earth and the white lace that had trimmed the edges of her sleeves were tinted brown but she had no time to clean up. Not when Sisse had likely already arrived. Oh snap, she'd left Sisse alone hadn't she? Scrambling up - and leaving her sketchbook in her haste - it was a tangled rush out the door and across the snowy lawn as she tried desperately to brush at least some of the dirt off her dress before sliding through the backdoor, through the kitchen, and into the parlor when all the voices could be heard.

"I'm right here!" she called in reply to Dally, not paying too much mind to the collection of guests around her as she threw herself on the couch beside Sisse. Frankly, she really hadn't been paying any mind to who had been invited at all throughout the planning. "Sorry I'm late. I lost track of time." At least she had the good graces to sound sheepish. Twisting she bumped her arm against her friend's in a silent, personal apology at the same time she smiled gratefully to Zinnia for keeping her friend occupied.

It was only then she turned to look at those gathered in the room. Jack wasn't a shock. It would've been more of a shock if he wasn't here. And then there was a man near Daffy and Jack that she didn't recognize. Who was that? And then... "Mr. Honeyduke?"