Calla was startled at the sound of the knock on the door, and spilled butterbeer down the front of her shirt. Frustrated she stood up and used her wand to dry off. Glancing around the room she made sure everything was in order.

Happy with the room she walked over to the door and swung it open. "Hi" She smiled and stood there staring at him for a moment. "OH, I'm sorry." She blushed for having such bad manners, "Come in."

She shut the door behind him as he entered the living room. The room was rustic, with brown furniture and wood and stone accents through the entire room. The room was welcoming and warm, it didn't have much color but it didn't need to. The point of the room wasn't stimulation, but relaxation.

She followed him into the room. She stepped close to him, "You look nice" and put a small kiss on his lips. Pulling away she smiled again, "Do you want something to drink? Water, tea, butterbeer, firewhiskey?"