Angie hadn't been expecting that, but she also was fresh off a ten-year stint as a cursebreaker; there wasn't much that actually rattled her. "Whoa!" She held her hands up. "It's me, Connor, Angie." It was her fault he didn't recognize her and she knew that. She was sort of impressed with his tenacity though. "I still have my key." She held it up as evidence for him to see. There was no rhyme or reason for her to have kept it, but apparently she had for a good reason. He was probably the only reason that she had.

"Are you alright?" There wasn't any sign of anyone else in the house and the Christmas holidays had started at least a week or more ago. "Is anyone else here?" Even if he'd been left with the staff, that would have been alright. Somebody, anybody to care for him. He was only twelve for Merlin's sake, did they expect him to take care of himself? Did they expect her to take care of him without even bothering to ask? If she thought about it too much she was going to reach a rolling boil.