Her Mahoutokoro robes are thrown carelessly over her shoulders, the lilac fabric covering her head as well, shielding her face from the paps that had somehow managed to follow her from the portkey's point of arrival down to what had become the Schmidts' territory in recent years. Dropping her trunk and duffel bag in the entrance, Astrid slipped inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Her hair is pulled back in two braids and her sunglasses are covering her eyes, even once she's inside her Aunt's home; you can't really blame her for trying to hide her sunken, tired eyes. Finding her way into the living room and then the kitchen, she shouts, as loudly as her twelve year old lungs can manage: "Dahlings, I'm home!" There's an apple in the fruit basket as soon as she enters the kitchen that she plucks, before working her way into the house. Where is everyone?