Of course it was his boat. Of course. Zelda pressed her lips together into a thin line, and looked up at the boat. This would have been enough of a pain if she wasn't immediately flustered by the presence of Mr. Darrow, but she was, and she couldn't very damn well send him away while she solved the problem of his boat. Especially not when he was asking why she was here.

Zelda gestured to her Ministry robes. "I work for Magical Accidents & Catastrophes," she said, "Of which, this very much is one."  

The other problem with the boat - other than the singularity, other than the belonging-to-Mr.-Darrow - was the number of men with wands pointed at them. If they didn't know what they were doing, and Zelda was very much willing to bet that they did not, then they were going to advance the problem. They probably already had.

"If I don't get your boat back to normal," Zelda said, "It's going to start sucking up people, too. Not to mention whatever else."

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