Three little girls in one neat line, not bothering to knock or use the doorbell but use their own key.

"Dai stiho," Amélie chirped at the head of the batch as she kicked the door in, followed by Annika carrying an extra coffee for Ronan and Christiana twirling the keys. Wizards they were not, but it was only polite to greet someone in their own language. "Mind ringing mère? She's not answering us."