There was something...calming about the first service 'back' after Hogsmeade Sundays, as Blythe thought of them. She had always had a true passion for the Church (how could she not, with her father being who he was and her guardian being Temperance Fairchild?) but always found Mr. Dursley's sermons more relaxed and the mix congregation, surprisingly, homier.  That was not to say she did not look forward to the magical services at Hogsmeade Hall, not at all—it was just that she looked forward to getting back to St Fergus more.

As she often did, Blythe accompanied her aunt to tea in the vestry after the service, an affair that she felt certain God Himself had organized to test the poor vicar (her aunt's company was not easy for anyone). As the Fairchilds prepared to leave, however, Blythe realized she had left her muff in their usual pew, ducking back into the church proper to retrieve it.

She stopped, however, in her progress when she saw the pews were not empty as she would have expected and, for want of any better ideas, ducked so as to be out of sight, feeling as though she had intruded deeply, for all that this was a public space for all God's children to feel his embrace.

The witch remained there for a moment before a demure sneeze caused her to jostle the bench and now there was a statue on the floor and Lord help her he was looking at her.

"M-my apologies," was the best Blythe could muster.