The rain hammered down, soaking through my jacket, dripping from my curls, but I barely noticed. I shifted the battered bouquet in my grip, shaking off some of the water before pressing the doorbell.

A pause. Then, footsteps.

The door swung open, and there she was—wrapped in a blanket, eyes narrowing the second she saw me. My lips curled into a smirk.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, arms crossing over her chest.

I held out the sad-looking flowers. “Relax. I didn’t have any other plans, and I figured you’d be bored. Thought I’d brighten your night.”

She stared at the bouquet, unimpressed. “You came all the way here, in this weather, because you were bored?”

“Exactly.” I took a step forward, rainwater dripping onto her porch. “And clearly, you didn’t have anything exciting going on either, so—you’re welcome.”

Her jaw tightened like she was considering slamming the door in my face. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“You really have some nerve, you know that?”

“And you’ve mentioned it a million times,” I said easily, brushing past her before she could protest. “Got a towel or something? Don’t want to ruin your precious floors.”

She let out a sharp breath, clearly debating whether or not to kick me out. Instead, she disappeared down the hall and came back with a towel, tossing it at me with more force than necessary.

I grinned as I wiped the rain off my face.

“Why are you really here, Harry?” she asked, quieter this time.

For a second, I hesitated. The real answer hung heavy on my tongue, but I swallowed it down, letting my smirk return.

“Told you. No plans.” I dropped onto her couch like I belonged there. “Now stop being a terrible host and make me some tea.”

She narrowed her eyes, but when I caught the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips, I knew I’d won.