"Nonsense," Ophelia said at once, refusing to believe what was readily apparent. His hand had not moved from hers when she had turned away, although he didn't seem to be actively holding it. They were just... touching. If this was his doing, he wasn't doing it physically, and Ophelia could think of no magical method to have affixed them to each other like this, much less a motivation for him to have done it.

With a frown, she tugged on her hand, but the only effect was to make their conjoined hands sway slightly, while remaining in contact. "Well, that can't be right," she insisted. "You haven't done something, have you?"