The headache she had fallen asleep with had mostly faded by morning, though the light sneaking in from behind the curtains threatened to bring it back in full force. Grumbling, Jo reached under the pillow for her wand, only to sit up with a start. This...wasn't her room, and was that … eggs? Since when did Mother make eggs for breakfast?

Slowly — much too slowly considering it was her who left her house in the middle of the night — Jo began to remember just how she ended up in Zach's bedroom. Fuck, her parents were going to freak when they discovered her missing. And, given how bright the world appeared to be outside, that wasn't too long out. Fuck. What was she thinking coming here like that? Had she even worn shoes?!

Once donning the discarded robe and checking for her (now useless) wand, Jo made her way down the hall towards what must've been the kitchen. "Morning." She greeted softly. Zach was making her breakfast and had called her my love … it was all so domestic. One mountain at a time. That was one she wasn't yet prepared to climb. "I'm sorry again for barging in on you last night."