What was likely no longer than ten or fifteen minutes felt like an hour; Flora found herself pacing the shore, the circles in which she walked getting wider and wider, and then subsequently narrower and narrower, effectively leading her many feet from where she'd first began. It was then that she began to wonder where in Merlin's name Mr. Fudge had run off to—at least until she noticed just how far away the resort was!

She did not run, but made an effort to walk at a brisk pace towards the spot she'd just began, the sight of Mr. Fudge on the sandy ground eventually coming into view. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment; she'd just left him there, completely abandoned and now brandishing the wand she'd sent him to get!

"Forgive me, Mr. Fudge," she said as she approached him. "I wandered farther than I thought!"

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