Waving aside the suggestion that a dangerous blizzard should deter her from bothering her brother Marlena glanced at the clock and deliberated. She was sure enough in her abilities that she still intended to apparate despite warnings not to, but even Lena hesitated to do so after having imbibed. There was surety and there was foolishness.

“Tea,” she asserted, though she wavered a little. “For now at least,” settling into the seat opposite him Lena smiled ruefully, though a pang of worry remained at how uneasily he was moving. “And you’re one to talk about being outside. At least I have a mission that goes beyond throwing snowballs.”

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