In the moments she'd been by herself, waiting, a myriad of worries crossed her mind. She was in an unfamiliar house, with a storm raging outside, the floo had failed her, or was it magic in general? One of her relatives had told her some of the tragedies and disasters that had befallen Hogsmeade over the years and it made Sadie a little leery.

At the sound of her name, Sadie whipped around to find Mr. Hatchitt and visibly relaxed a little. At least she hadn't been dropped off into a complete stranger's house. She realized that now, with a fleeting sense of fear that went as soon as it came. She was too relieved to even notice the informal greeting.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to intrude. I tried to floo home from a friend's house and I wound up here. I don't know if it's the storm or—" she looked out the window and back at Mr. Hatchitt. "But I'm not sure I want to try again just yet. Do you mind if I stay here for a little while?" She raised her eyebrows hopefully, hands clutched before her.