They appeared inside the parlor. It was the easiest room to bring her to—a door separated them from the rest of the house, but it wasn't as intimate as his bedroom nor as presumptuous as apparating into one of the guest bedrooms. Freddie kept his hold on her waist even when the disorientation of apparating faded away, but he didn't move to kiss her immediately. Instead he shoved his wand back in his pocket and put a few inches between their bodies, expecting that she'd want to get a good look at where he'd brought her.
"My home," he explained quietly, a smug smile on his face. "The parlor doesn't get much use." It was feminine and decorated with floral wallpaper, just as it had been when he'd moved in. It was really his sister's home, but he rented it, and although he could have made changes if he wanted to he didn't see much of a point—Freddie wasn't much of a host, so most of the rooms usually used for entertaining company went unused.
"My home," he explained quietly, a smug smile on his face. "The parlor doesn't get much use." It was feminine and decorated with floral wallpaper, just as it had been when he'd moved in. It was really his sister's home, but he rented it, and although he could have made changes if he wanted to he didn't see much of a point—Freddie wasn't much of a host, so most of the rooms usually used for entertaining company went unused.
— set by mj <3 —