Ursula had been expecting the R.S.V.P. to come from Thom himself and that it hadn't had stung a little, but overall she had just been relieved to know that the Pettigrews would not be in attendance.

It was, needless to say, a shock to find him standing before her as though it were the most natural thing in all the world. She was taken aback and didn't hide it very well. "Mr. Pettigrew," she glanced around pointedly in search of the blonde creature he called his wife. Obviously she wasn't there and she'd known as much beforehand. Was it a calculated move on his part or was she really infirm? Could Witch Weekly be on to something?

That it hadn't escaped his notice that it was her birthday, despite her specifically excluding any mention of it from the invitations, was touching but she rather wished he hadn't mentioned it all the same. "I was under the impression you weren't able to make it...?" How long did he intend to stay? Was he to stay the whole duration? What was she to do about sleeping accommodations? Worst of all, she'd probably be unable to be truly at ease the entire time he was present.

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