Sadie had been spending dinner with a friend in Wellingtonshire when the implosion shook the house. The snow outside had been of concern of course, but she had only a street to go and the walk should have been fine. Until it wasn’t. Her friend’s mother had suggested the Floo and though Sadie had only done it a handful of times, she did think it to be the safer option than to try and make the short trek home.

She should have just stayed put.

It would have been terrible of her to inconvenience the family of her friend during such a time and so she had willingly stepped into the fireplace, announced her destination and took a short, winding, whirling trip through the network only to wind up in a very, very unfamiliar parlor.

Her pronunciation of the home had been quite clear, she knew that much, but she did not have the magical prowess of most girls her age and so she thought perhaps she had done something wrong. Sadie looked to the mantle to see if she could borrow some more Floo powder, but could not see a container upon further inspection. Debating on what it was she could do she paced before the fireplace before finally calling out, "Hello? Is anyone home?" The last thing she wanted was for someone to think she was breaking in or something equally shameful!