Meredith apparated on the spot from her house to the address on the note Mason had sent her. She held both arms out as she appeared in front of a quaint house. Half the time she stumbled while arriving. Apparating wasn't one of her most favorite things to do in the world. She started up to the house on the sidewalk, careful to avoid the mud from the recent rain. It was autumn already, yet raining. Snow would replace that before too soon.

Upon reaching the front door, she fixed her skirt and rang the doorbell. She was looking forward to this little dinner that was in store...