She knew that his plans for the evening involved reading a stack of mysterious parchment tucked away in his pocket on the sofa in the lounge. Based on the sheer exhaustion she could read on his face, she knew that it wouldn't take him long before he was asleep on the same sofa in front of the fireplace. She would be patient, but as soon as she knew he was asleep, she was sneaking out. There was a wizard she needed to find.