Regrets Collect Like Old Friends

[Kyle Martin]

Kyle's feet dragged across the stone that early morning as she trudged her way up the drive of her boyfriends flat. She'd apparated most of the way to his house but frankly had no energy to continue doing so. She was exhausted from work, from the stress of calling home and missing her family. She desperately wanted a little slice of home in her own house, but her apartment was bare - too afraid to dress it up in case she needed to move again. How long had it been now that she'd been in a way on the run? Made enemies with the wrong dark wizards and friends with the same. Kyle thought perhaps telling Casey was a good idea - that shed almost been a death eater, that she felt she could never go back for that reason. Alas, she never did. Instead after pulling long nights at work she simply came to his flat to crash in his bed. The key turned the tumblers, and though they were too quiet to here the clicking sensation was enough to tell Kyle they were falling into place. A crimson head poked through the door first, then a girl in wizarding robes followed as she made her way inside. "Case. I'm home." She spoke, smiling at the warm and inviting area that he called home - different from her own home.