Zelda took the offered capelet and tied it over her shoulders, pulling the hood over her (extremely scattered) hair. She had to go, before her brother realized that anything was amiss, although he may have noticed already. But before she left, she took a moment to try and really commit him to memory: Mr. Darrow standing there, in the lamplight. She smiled at him, widely

"Good night," Zelda replied, softly. She gripped her wand and, with a crack! was gone.

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