[kielce] i know places [mat]

A quick hand flick and Hilde changed the song playing from the Wizarding Wireless. Tilting her head upwards, she let the water from the shower flow over her face before  leaning forward and letting it flow over her hair. She was so tired. She’d been doing a tour of the continents for so long, that she didn’t know what being home was. Somewhere, she’d gotten off track and gotten so far from herself that the only thing she’d known how to do was run away in a search for the person that she’d been. Maybe it’d been a year or so, she couldn’t remember. Small hands lathered up soap and she began the final cleansing, as if she was washing the nomad off of her skin, revealing the old Hilde. After another fifteen minutes or so, she turned off the water and slid out of the shower. Drying off, she snagged the bathrobe off of the back of the door.

When she walked into the bedroom adjoining the bathroom, she looked at the figure seated on the bed staring at her. His hair was messy as if he’d tossed and turned all night. Hilde arched a brow and grinned, something that she’d learned over the course of her travels. “Good Morning, Mateusz~.” She ignored him as she began to get dressed in some clothes she’d taken out of his dresser, a bit too big on her so one side hung off of her shoulder. “Breakfast is almost done, so I will meet you in the kitchen. Yes? Yes.” She then proceeded out of his bedroom.

So…maybe she’d broken in. Hilde had missed Mat, and as soon as she’d gotten closer to home, she’d made a split second decision to go visit. Or maybe just open his house to herself and make made herself comfortable. Her house elf had been making a veritable meal in the kitchen, and thats where she headed after leaving his bedroom. Twirling her wand, she delicately formed the spell to dry her hair so it fell into silky waves down her back. Leg propped underneath her, she began to nibble on freshly baked bread, dipping it in honey as she read the newspaper. Footsteps drew her attention to the door, and she peered up over her glasses, beaming. 

“Breakfast is ready, will you join me?”

He had had a horrible night's sleep. Filled with nightmares and cold sweats, by the time he finally settled into slumber it was time to get up once more. To call this instance unusual was far from the truth. In fact, if he were to be completely honest, he hadn't had a good night's rest in up to two years. Not since Dijana left him and robbed him of his child. It was a bittersweet memory that had triggered the nightmares that had plagued him. The memory of holding her in his arms as they drifted off to sleep, and the memory of discovering she was pregnant with their child. Of course, like all memories of her, they quickly faded and caused angry and hateful emotions to build up inside him, until he had nowhere to run and no way to find happiness once more. Though these memories were becoming infrequent as the days went by, just the thought of her had triggered the most troublesome sleep he'd had in years.

When he woke up, he was disoriented. With the gloomy weather and the drawn drapes that adorned his windows, he couldn't tell if it was still night or day. However, the sound of running water in close proximity caused him to become more alert. Brows furrowed, he looked around his room for any sight of break-in, but was oddly terrified when no sign of entering had been found. He stood and reached for his robe, only to discover that it was missing. However, before he could investigate the running water in his bathroom, the smell of food reached his nose, resulting in a low moan leaving his mouth. His stomach reacted as well, rumbling in anticipation of whatever was cooking in the kitchen. He walked towards his door, peeking out to see if he could find the perpetrator, but when he saw a house elf, he knew he must've been in a dream.

He retreated towards his bed once more, convinced that if he lay back down to sleep he would wake from the nightmare and be able to start his day. But just as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the water shut off and he heard the sounds of someone inside. Readying himself for whatever was going to leave his bathroom, he was caught off guard by the sight of Hilde. Hilde Meer. Wearing his robe. His eyes narrowed as she greeted him, and then watched as she pulled clothes out of the dresser.

Mateusz ran his hand through his hair as she left his bedroom. While he had hoped for an explanation, his stomach rumbled again and he ran his hand over it, silently urging it to pipe down. He pushed himself off once more, slowly standing as he pulled the sweater off the chair nearest his bed and threw it on. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times to comb it, and then he made his way into the living room. As he came up towards her, she smiled at him and greeted him once more.

"What are you doing here, Hilde?" He asked, a tad sleepily. It wasn't as if he wasn't happy to see her, but the least she could've done was tell him she was coming over.