It had been quite a while since the floo had activated on their fireplace. Bilton was perfectly social, but tended to go out to see people rather than invite them back, and Alfred hadn't had visitors in some time. Zelda was essentially under house arrest any time she wasn't working, which made visiting impossible, and Jo Smith had more or less dropped off the face of the earth until her sudden letter last week. And, of course, until she appeared in the fireplace. On the one hand, he was surprised, but on the other hand, he supposed he wasn't that surprised.

"You're not late," he said, raising one eyebrow. "Late would imply we'd made a plan of some sort."