Frida nodded, "Yes. Wouldn't want you to come by when all my relatives are around. I figure things would be nicer if it's just the four of us." Some uncomfortable feeling tugged at her heartstrings. Her mind had started to think of her deceased brother, who, in all honesty, would have and should have made five people. The members of Frida's most inner-circle should all have been able to be there...'It's not fair'. But she pushed those unhappy thoughts away.

"I don't like the floo." Frida agreed as she stroked her precious cat's luxurious fur. "But it's a lot easier than flying all the way home, or apparating and having to walk all the way to the front door. I wanted it to be quick."

Bogey's startling blue eyes peered around the room and landed on Malachi. His ears and body flattened, so much so that he almost looked fused with Frida. Though he looked rather nervous, he wasn't making a sound.
When Malachi started to stroke him under the chin, Bogey's eyes narrowed a little, his ears still flat back, and he remained silent...however his tail slashed through the air and smacked Frida a couple times.

"Oh hush." Frida said quietly and pecked Bogey on his head. "I have a few pieces." She added and set Bogey on the floor gently, "I didn't bring anything with me right away though...I wanted to wait and see what was needed."

Bogey looked as though his paws were planted to the floor. He gazed back and forth between the two humans and then trotted off and slipped under the couch. His face was still visible from underneath.

She chuckled slightly, "He'll be okay." Frida mentioned and linked arms with Malachi, "If you want we can head back and pack up a few things to bring over. I have a bookshelf, dining set, sofas, china cabinet, a couple of little tables..." There was more possibly, but Frida's voice trailed off.