Ivy had just about given up on McKinnon coming down when she saw the window open and grinned to herself. She waited with her hands on her hips, relatively satisfied that this had worked, and followed his wave into his house. She'd been in here before, but still glanced around to affirm that she had a sense of things — no dark wizards in corners, no major surprises.

"Didn't want to disturb the house if you weren't home," she said with a shrug, mostly unapologetic. "I've a burn. If you can take a look at it."

She'd pay him, of course. But he was saving her a trip to the hospital waiting room, if he'd see her now.