September 28th, 1894 — La Casa de Carmichael
Meri landed in a whirlwind of flames and skirts. Spinning like a top pulled a squeal of delight from her that became a giggle when she finally came to a stop in the fireplace. She planted both gloved hands on the walls beside her before stepping forward out of the cloud of residual floo powder into what she might eventually notice was a lavish parlor.
She giggled again, swaying on her feet.
"Professor Carmichael!" she announced to the empty room. "No, wait… Mister. Mister." She cleared her throat and pushed back a lock of hair that had come loose at some point, leaving a streak of soot over her cheek. "Mr. Elliot Carmichael…" she trailed off into a fond, distracted smile.
She giggled again, swaying on her feet.
"Professor Carmichael!" she announced to the empty room. "No, wait… Mister. Mister." She cleared her throat and pushed back a lock of hair that had come loose at some point, leaving a streak of soot over her cheek. "Mr. Elliot Carmichael…" she trailed off into a fond, distracted smile.