"That was hardly a goodbye," he chuckled from the hallway. The normal muggle lock clicks into place from her side and he laughs harder because she thinks belatedly, they are wizards. Sometimes, it still shocked her how often the mundane things fell into place, like locking a door, without a second thought to the face that she had just stepped out of a magical fireplace with green flames of transportation a couple of hours ago. This, of course, was funny to the snob on the other side of the door who had probably never locked a door the muggle way in his life. His laugh grows softer as the footsteps fade away. She hears the Floo activate moments later and she steps into the shower. 