March 25th, 1890 - Alfred's Flat

Any time works for me.

When she asked to come over, a part of Zelda had almost hoped that Alfred would say he was too busy, or that he had changed his mind. He had to have other friends (Jo, apparently) and therefor a better way to spend his time than spending time with Zelda. But of course he didn't; he wasn't allowed to do his job, and he couldn't do anything risky without activating the curse, and so: she could come over whenever she wanted.

She wasn't supposed to do this. She certainly wasn't supposed to want this.

Coming to Alfred's flat in the late afternoon was not a good use of her time; not when she had a boat to fix and other projects to work on. Besides, she had a cursebreaker (kind of) to ask about the Voyager, and that - also would have been a better use of her time. A more moral use of her time for sure. The entire trip to the Ministry atrium, she was trying to talk herself out of it. She got as far as the floo portal convinced she was going to mutter the address of the house in Bartonburg and then, there she was, saying Alfred's address.

Zelda arrived in the fireplace of his flat in a flash of green flames. She stepped out and swept the ash off the skirts of her robes and into the fireplace with a wave of her hand. "Hello?" she called. She knew it was the right flat - she had been here before - but there were still nerves creeping up her spine. Maybe if she left now, he wouldn't know she had ever been here?

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