The doorbell rang right on time. When Raven opened the door, she found a blonde girl standing outside, holding a huge stack of documents and dragging a bag stuffed with who knew how many things behind her.
"Hi. Whoever you are, help me get this stuff inside first, would you?"
Raven had no choice but to use her telekinesis to move the pile of things into the house. The girl immediately hopped inside after it and said, "Harley Quinzel, nice to meet you. Where's Schiller?"
"He went out to mail some letters. What do you need him for?"
"It's about his house, but there's no rush. I didn't bring him any good news anyway. Let me take a look at his new place first."
With that, Harley began pacing around the living room as though she owned the place. She nodded as she looked around and said, "Not bad. Cozy and interesting. Did you help him decorate?"
Raven had indeed helped Schiller carry some sculptures, so she nodded. Harley breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank goodness. If it were decorated like a showroom, the way that old manor was, there'd be no way to throw a party here. Where's the playoff schedule?"
"What playoffs?"
"The football playoffs, obviously. Come on, don't tell me you don't watch sports? This year's playoffs are a huge deal. You should put the schedule somewhere obvious, or people will think you're some country bumpkin who never watches TV."
"I've heard of football."
"Looks like you really are a country bumpkin." Harley sighed, but there was little malice in her voice. She merely said, "All right, where's the nearest print shop? I can't believe I missed that. Vincent told me Schiller often went to watch football games, so I thought he knew his stuff.