Lafayette knows it's Hermione almost chiefly because he doesn't know why anyone else would be stopping by his place today, and the knock is too light to be male, and definitely it's not Sookie's. He knows his knocks. Getting up from where he'd been entrenched in his sofa, covered in blankets, watching some shitty Darrow reality TV, which was not as good as shitty regular reality TV, he padded to the door and proceeded to unlock it, and take care of the two deadbolts, before pulling it open to let Hermione in.
He batted at a curl of incense smoke that moved toward the door as the cooler air from the hallway rushed in.
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Date: 2014-01-19 11:07 pm (UTC)He batted at a curl of incense smoke that moved toward the door as the cooler air from the hallway rushed in.
"Shit, come on in. You want somethin' to drink?"