He had expected something irksome from her in return, a snide muttered comment – but no, Auror Sandow was actively unstable. There was no mistaking the champagne on his shoes for an accident, no matter how he tried – she had all but made eye contact before doing it, like a dog about to piss on one’s shoes. “You absolute –” Nick began, the words bitch and shrew and nutjob winging to mind, though he had already exclaimed with vehemence enough to cause people nearby to look about, so he stopped himself by the merest thread. “What is wrong with you?” he just hissed, instead.

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Ivy smiled at Mr. Blott, slow and deliberate. "I've no idea what you're talking about," she said — although her tone was more snide than it was innocent. "It is a shame about your shoes." There, she'd gotten a good reaction out of him — hopefully she would not have to ask for any translations anytime soon.

  

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Nick grimaced at her, struck dumb by her audacity. A little of the champagne had spilled onto his sock, and now a patch of his foot felt sticky and damp.

“Someone save me,” he muttered, as he shook his head at her and stormed off, shoes squelching slightly as he went.

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