"It'll look just as pretty in blue," Hanna said brightly. She still worried that her yellow dress was too bright, too garish — what if Witch Weekly talked about her again? She glanced over her shoulder, just for a second, hoping to affirm whether or not Ezra was alright. She could not be sure. She reached for Daff's wrist and gave it a returning squeeze.

"You'll have to tell me all about it," she said, "I'm sure your husband has an excellent adventure in mind! With all the brooms, he has to have been places."

(Sure, she wasn't sure flying over the channel was a good idea — but surely he'd traveled.)