Ari opened the door, smiling and pale, and Zelda stood steady in the bathroom doorway, biting her lip at her oldest brother. It would be easy to believe him and go to get the gauze from her old Ministry bag, but something in his face nagged at Zelda — there was a whisper of mistrust in her gut.

"How'd you have an accident in the bathroom?" Zelda asked, tone still mother-gentle. There was a towel on his arms. She wanted to tug it away, but she thought better of it.