If Victoria was honest, she could understand what Amarantha meant. Every word. She was fine, her dress unadulterated. Her governess wouldn't be outraged and she wouldn't have to come up with a lie as to the state of anything. That no one had witnessed or overheard the spell strike was all but miraculous, but the contents had spilled, and someone would have to answer for it. If Victoria was quick, it wouldn't be her. The redhead pursed her lips slightly to the side, surveying the circumstance. "Strategy though it may be, I think we have lingered here too long, Miss Valenduris," she explained. "That no one has come upon us with this mess here is already too much good luck." She gestured to the contents of the shattered box, before taking a step towards the shop door. "I suggest returning to your chaperone, Miss Valenduris. We need never speak of this again."

But of course, Victoria was a Slytherin, and no Slytherin turned down potential leverage. If she could use the information to her advantage somehow, she would. But until that moment, it would remain between them.

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