Zelda dropped her wand to the floor next to Mr. Darrow, giving a delighted gasp-laugh as he pulled her onto him. His hands, running down her body, had restarted that warm feeling in her chest, and she grinned down at him. "I'm fine," she said, "I'm good."

Things could have turned out terribly, if he hadn't suggested apparition, or if she wasn't very good at it. Instead, she was here, literally on top of him, hair and clothes quite astray. Right now, though, she really didn't care about that.

"What about you?" Zelda said. She cupped the side of his face in one hand, as if to frame it for memory. "No splinchings?" Probably she would have noticed by now if he was bleeding profusely, but it was still polite to check.

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