Febby gaped at him.

Ooo that would serve her right for trying to be nice about it. He'd triggered her we'll-see-about-that reflex and it wasn't going to end well, but it was going to end where she wanted. She was going to be in such deep shit for this that he really wouldn't have to worry about her ever having to leave the house again.

Shooting an apologetic look at Mrs. Harding standing in the doorway, Febby pulled her wand from the pocket of her housecoat, grabbed him by the wrist and apparated them straight to Hogsmeade Hospital, grumpy auror, slippers and all.