Harry had never come home last night either. Had they been at the ministry all night? Feeling like an intruder, she contemplated whether she should just turn around and leave. He clearly needed the rest. Not wanting him to think she’d stood him up, she quickly scanned the room for something that she may be able to leave him a note on. There was a small desk near what she was assuming was the bathroom. She quietly crossed the room to the desk where she easily found a small notepad and a pen. Not a quill, a pen.