She sat on a large brown leather sofa and waited. She had a thick emerald blanket wrapped around her and her warming charms going at full power but still she was shivering. After half an hour it became apparent he wasn’t rising early that day and she had conjured her birds again to keep her company. She lay on her back along the length of the sofa and made them fly around the room reaching the ceilings and twisting round all the ornate spandrils, dancing. When she got tired of that she practised charming their singing again. 