Zelda didn't know what to say or think or do, torn between two impulses - first, a vague desire to throw a fit, and second, she really very much wanted Delight to like Alfred. These were obviously in contention, especially when Jo was muttering about dinner, and - it wasn't like Zelda had ever asked Alfred to choose, he told her it was over, he'd told her a few days ago. She kept professionalism up as a shield, and didn't move until Alfred started babbling about - the sort of things one babbled about when one had unexpected guests.

Zelda took another step inside, letting the front door swing shut behind her. She unbuttoned her coat to hang on one of the hooks and took off her Ministry badge, shoving it into the pocket of her robes so that if it started glowing again she'd at least be aware of it. "Yeah, it's bad out there. Tea would be great," she managed, a little more genuine this time - tea would be great and maybe once she was less cold she could find a way to ask Alfred what was actually going on. "We were talking about tea on our way over here."

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