He grabbed her as gently as he could while still being useful, assisting the dripping woman as she climbed out from the fountain. She looked miserable, but Atticus knew it would be ungallant to say such a thing. Instead, the muggle offered her his coat—much more chivalrous!—to fight against the breeze, for she had been through enough without catching a chill, too!

“Is that better?” Atticus asked with a kindly smile.