Already halfway through listening to his suggestion and she was ready to scream. She was still damp, cold, had a horse that wasn’t hers, and just wanted to be home already. Giving a huff of resignation, Avery closed her eyes. “Fine,” she relented, her accent thickening as her hand came up to motion for him to stop talking. “Fine, as long as that works for you and I’m not keepin’ you from anything this afternoon.” The last thing she needed was for whoever was his next appointment to be miffed at her too. And his devil-may-care attitude was getting on her nerves for some inexplicable reason. He’d just fished her out of the fuckin’ lake and he was acting as if it was just another Tuesday. He didn’t even have to bribe the damn horse with any treats for it to cozy up to him!
“The Leaky Cauldron would be as good as any I suppose.”
Avery turned away to leave him with his new friend and stooped to pick up the rest of her things. Her hat, mercifully had survived the fall, and was only merely damp. Shoving it on top of her head, she turned back to face her rescuer. “And I guess I should get your name before I let you apparate me.” She narrowed her eyes again as if to warn him that apparating her anywhere else except the Cauldron would result in severe bodily harm.
“The Leaky Cauldron would be as good as any I suppose.”
Avery turned away to leave him with his new friend and stooped to pick up the rest of her things. Her hat, mercifully had survived the fall, and was only merely damp. Shoving it on top of her head, she turned back to face her rescuer. “And I guess I should get your name before I let you apparate me.” She narrowed her eyes again as if to warn him that apparating her anywhere else except the Cauldron would result in severe bodily harm.
