Come to find out
I'm a can on a string, you're on the end
Mor apparated onto the sidewalk outside Dru's house with a crack. It was mid-morning, and she was supposed to be dressing for her wedding. She was not wearing her wedding dress. Mor was wearing a long coat over her nightgown, and her slippers, and had put her hair up but had not done anything else to make herself look like she was ready for the world.

Mor's father had anti-apparition restrictions on her house, but she knew how to undo his spellwork, and usually managed to come back home before he noticed. She expected he would notice today, but it was hardly going to be his largest problem. She walked up to Dru's Wellingtonshire door, knocked resoundingly on the door, and told the housekeeper with a smile that she was here to see Mrs. Drusilla Pettigrew.

This was Mor's first time showing up unexpectedly since Dru had married. She did not care what Albert Pettigrew thought of it. She knotted her hands together in her lap and rotated her rings together, with a particular focus on her engagement ring — Brooks was going to want it back. It did not occur to her that Dru may be busy, getting ready to attend Morrigan's wedding.

She looked up at Dru, when her friend entered — Mor's eyebrows were drawn together with real worry, rather than her usual expression of being vaguely worried. "Drusilla," Mor said, soft — she was aware that she looked entirely unkept, as if she had not slept as well as her state of dress, and she wondered if Dru was going to guess.