Another fireplace; Morrigan was intrigued as to what this would do to her malice. Would it colonize the house, or otherwise misbehave in another floo connection? As long as their floo network could remain up overall, the thought was thrilling — that little magical seed of her hostility, growing in the house.

"As did I," Morrigan said, gesturing with one hand for the other woman to follow her. "But it feels as if we know each other already, doesn't it?"

She opened the door to the library, which was stocked primarily with books related to ships and curses, and sat down in one of the armchairs. A fireplace sat next to it.