Alfred was breathing better, and feeling more himself, but he was still definitely recuperating. He'd gotten winded just going down the block to mail a letter, and he'd had to stop and rally his strength before heading up the stairs, so he was in no hurry to leave the house again anytime soon. Luckily Bilton was quite understanding of the situation (and grateful to hear that the curse didn't seem to be transmittable), and the house was well stocked with food, so he was perfectly capable of staying home.

He'd only been back a few moments when the fireplace erupted with green flames. "You're speedy," he commented as she stepped into the living room. Either that, or he'd been sitting on the bench downstairs working up the fortitude to get back to his flat much longer than he'd thought. Maybe a little of both. "Nothing to keep you busy these days, then?"