Of all the floo malfunctions in the world, why did she have to fall victim to this one?

Blott could not get the floo restarted. Ivy had been looking rather miserably at him with her arms folded, hoping more than anything that she would be able to escape. But the floo wouldn't start, and the storm raged outside. She couldn't wander away from here.

Ivy took her coat off and held it in her hands. "Oh, I've no interest in touching anything," she said, craning her neck to look around at Blott's stuff.

Then, dismissive: "Do you own a coat rack?"