His flat was on the fourth floor. She couldn't remember how she knew that, only that she did. Her time in the flat had been such a blur after all. Climbing the stairs thanks to a lift that had likely been out of order since the first wizarding war, she hoped that by the time she reached her destination she might actually know what she was going to say to the wizard. Months earlier when he was helping her get Aberforth Dumbledore out of Level Eleven, he mentioned that he'd always hated her husband. Something about a girl they both wanted in Hogwarts. A ridiculous notion to hate someone, in her humblest of opinions, but she wondered if it was enough to keep the two men from finding common ground. Was she just wasting her time?