She listened intently for any hint of fumble or slurring, even watched his mouth as he said that particular word but hearing it again didn't help as much she wanted it to.  Any thought she might have had to repeat the word back to him died on the tip of her tongue and to top it off he seemed to find it funny.

"Don't laugh," she chided, her expression softening to a sheepish smile.  "I'm trying to get you home safe."  She let her hands drop to her sides.

"Will you go straight home?  And send me an owl when you get there?"

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