The request for her hair pin sent a small pang through Anthony as he realized that was the last tidbit to completely erase everything they’d been through. He still couldn’t believe what luck this afternoon had yielded. After coming all the way out here to deposit Tillie for a weekend of birthday activities with their aunt, Ms. Torie was the last person he’d expected to be here. Much less need rescuing and then, ultimately, practically yelling at her to court him. (His cheeks tinged a bit red at the thought.) Still, it had all worked out for the best and the brunette spotted the hairpin easily, picking it up and moving closer to hand it to her.

He held the thing out and waited for Ms. Torie to reach for it before pulling it just out of her grasp and grinning. “I do rather like your hair loose like this,” he teased. One hand came up to gently play with a curl away from her face so as to not be too intrusive. Then, relenting, he handed her back the pin and the wand jointly.

A suggestion to use the floo caught the man’s attention and Anthony turned back away from the window. “I don’t think it’s been used in ages,” he admitted. “Not sure it’s even connected to the network anymore.” He gave a slight squint in the direction of the fireplace. There wasn’t any floo power laying about either and, since he rather disliked floo, Anthony did not make a habit of carrying any on him. “Are you in a haste to get back?” He hedged, carefully. He could understand if she was. It had been a long few hours already and with the storm what it was, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to get back somewhere warmer, dryer, and a bit safer for her reputation. "I can always try to ride back and see if we can't get you home more quickly?"

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