“Not the only thing that’s bitten me,” Charles mused as he let go of her wrist. Still, why his owl liked her – this feisty brunette who got drunk on firewhiskey – he would never know.

“I know you can handle it yourself and I never asked to come. Quick with the assumptions though, Miss Woodcroft. Would you always assume the worst of me every time we met?” He joked as if they were planning on meeting in the future. Of course, they hadn’t.

He had things to do anyway and keeping an eye on a school child wasn’t his idea of prime Ministry work.

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