”That’s fine,” Zelda said. She didn’t have anything else to say. She had tried being honest, had tried lying - and nothing at all had come of it but familiar disappointment and the distinct sense that things were left unfinished. But she couldn’t embarrass herself anymore.

She had a nice isolated desk where she could rest her head on the surface and no one would be able to see her. This was a softer sort of disappointment than the debacle with Mr. Jameshill, but - but.

Zelda slipped out of the cabin and pulled her wand out of her pocket. With a loud crack! she apparated away from the boat and Mr. Darrow.

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