"He tried to take the dogs!" Cordelia couldn't believe she hadn't yet gotten a chance to regale Sina with Hadrian's latest hairbrained scheme. It had been nearly six months since her ex-husband had tried to make off with their previously shared dogs and Delia had been seething for a few weeks after, but in the aftermath of trying to secure finding and then the holidays, everything had gotten lost in the fray.

They were sitting at her little kitchen table, tea and a little sampling of sandwiches between them. Delia knew her reputation post-divorce had lost her friends, but she was glad Sina had stuck around, especially after her husband had been elected minister. Dee would have understood if Sina had to keep her distance, but she was grateful for the friendship regardless. "Had the gall to pretend he was there for some of his things. Clearly he hadn't been missing what was in the house, otherwise he would have made an effort sooner." It was appalling really. Delia couldn't pinpoint if she was more frustrated by his nerve or by the fact that he could still rile her up so much.

"I do not know how he could possibly have thought that would work," she huffed, bringing her tea to her pursed lips.

Delia snorted. Once upon a time she would have viciously defended Hadrian from any negative comments, but honestly, so much had happened that she couldn't even find the energy to drum up a contesting comment. "I made a right fool of him at the time, but it likely won't stop him from trying something foolish again." Foolish ought to be Hadrian Nott's middle name.

"Do you think I should?" Delia had been plenty embarrassed throughout their mostly messy divorce; it was part of the reason that she'd taken her maiden name back, so she was not above revenge, but she wasn't sure just how much energy she wanted to spend on Hadrian these days. She had far more pressing matters to attend to with Cindy and securing the last of her needs for a trip to India.

Delia certainly knew how Sina felt about vengeance. It was something Delia had always liked about her, especially in the wake of her divorce. She did agree too, that Hadrian ought to have some healthy level of fear where it came to her. Less likely to pull something. Merlin how things had changed. Once upon a time she would have never dreamed to be at this point in her life, had always figured her marriage a forever sort of thing, but life had a funny way of throwing a bludger into the expected path.

"What do we think might be appropriate?" It couldn't be too overt or noticeable, and she didn't really want to hurt him, just something immensely annoying. Something itchy perhaps. Delia sipped at her tea idly, hoping Sina had some stroke of brilliance.

Delia snorted out a laugh that was the most unladylike. "He is obsessed with his looks." She had always thought him charming and the devilishly handsome face was just part of the package. That said, he was vain enough that it would be a blow to his ego. "Too easy to fix, we need something that hits home a little more." Besides, he would somehow manage to make a new fashion trend if they tried that.

"I'd like to inconvenience him like he did to me." Showing up at the house like that, what nerve! "Something he'll struggle to remedy." She knew enough about plants that it had to be that route, but honestly she wasn't sure what would work. "Have you seen anything at the hospital we could use?" Delia was bent on getting him back somehow.

"Sina!" The whisper was exaggerated, and her expression said she was far more scandalized than she let on. "Why on Earth do you have those?" What a thing to have! Honestly! It was both amusing and a little terrifying.

Regardless, it didn't fit. "I want to sorely inconvenience him, I think we're long past actual apologies." Though she had never gotten a real one from him after the incident, she also didn't think she ever would.

If it was a necktie that tightened any time he said something stupid, he'd be dead in less than ten minutes. Tempting. Well, no, she didn't want him dead, just thoroughly inconvenienced.

"Just how would one haunt a trouser button?" She was thoroughly amused by that prospect. Surely there had to be some creative jinx. One that would be hard to identify. He'd figure out itching powder or something of the sort rather easily, mostly because he was a bit of a jokester himself, less because of any actual cleverness on his end.

This was creatively evil. Delia liked it. Just inconvenient enough that it would frustrate him, but innocuous enough that he would likely think it was him that was having a problem. "I'm sure I have some of his old clothes somewhere." Even though he'd come to the house to steal the dogs and get some of his things, Delia kept finding more amongst her own expedition supplies and she had yet to reach out to give them back. Never mind that she had purposefully kept one of his favorite shirts for herself, for... reasons.

"This is delightfully delinquent, I applaud your creativity." She mused, raising her tea in salute.