Win had let Christmas settle even though Dory didn't celebrate and she wasn't exactly in the mood, but nothing she had left at Dory's was incredibly necessary to her day-to-day life. Except her good hairbrush. She'd gotten a cheap new one to hold her over and as a backup for her bag, but she missed her good one. It was stupid, of all things, but she knew she was going to have to go back and pick up the few things that remained. She was just a little terrified of running into him at this point.

It felt wrong just stopping by without letting him know, so she had sent an owl ahead, but she had purposefully picked a time when she hoped he'd be at work. The heartache was a dull, persistent feeling in her chest, but she still thought she'd done the right thing. She had known things would end this way eventually; it was better to cut ties early before they had gotten in any deeper.

Taking the floo, Winnie stepped out into the sitting room, holding her breath. She sighed quietly when she didn't hear anyone immediately and quietly moved to the kitchen first. She had a small basket to toss everything in; her good rocks glasses, a loaf pan for making bread. She had made a list of the things she should get out of his way, but naturally, in her anxiety of coming, had forgotten it, so now she just had to go room by room to see if there was anything left. She had a couple of things in the room that had been hers; a dress or two in the closet, her brush and some other things like her perfume in the vanity. There was a thing or two in the washroom, and a couple of books in the sitting room, all exactly where she'd left them so far as she could tell.

She'd paused halfway between the kitchen and sitting room, trying to picture her list. Which was of course, when she heard the key in the door, unlocking it. Winnie froze as it opened, breath caught in her throat, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to get everything..."