Oh. She was here for work. That explained the Ministry robes, he figured. Had he known, prior to this, that she worked for the Ministry? He felt as though he had vaguely known that she worked somewhere, but he wasn't sure he'd ever paid much attention to exactly where, and he'd never found himself having to deal with her in a professional capacity. He almost felt a little defensive about her job title — a hovering boat was hardly a catastrophe — but he wasn't sure he was feeling articulate enough to argue the point, even if he had had the faintest idea what did constitute a magical catastrophe, which he really didn't. He wasn't in the habit of getting into arguments on subjects he had no experience with, especially when the person on the other side of the argument was a cute girl an expert in the field.

"Oh, well," he said, with an ineffectual shrug; it wasn't as though he had any ideas about how to get it down. "By all means. I'm, uh, not sure exactly what they cast to get it up there. Or what they were trying to cast, I suppose I should say."