Tess would have helped in the clear-up, but Saffron had been too quick for her, and waved her wand to reassemble all her junk. (Important junk, probably; Tess meant it lovingly, though she would not have been able to stomach the career of a Ministerial secretary.)
She narrowed her eyes back, cocking her head defiantly. “Tsk. We weren’t talking about me – we were talking about your bruised pride,” Tess said sweetly, because Saffy wasn’t about to get to change the subject so easily, and because she wasn’t about to take advice from her younger sister. It was her prerogative, as the eldest, to dole out advice and not to take it, thank you very much. “So tell me. Why the window?”
She narrowed her eyes back, cocking her head defiantly. “Tsk. We weren’t talking about me – we were talking about your bruised pride,” Tess said sweetly, because Saffy wasn’t about to get to change the subject so easily, and because she wasn’t about to take advice from her younger sister. It was her prerogative, as the eldest, to dole out advice and not to take it, thank you very much. “So tell me. Why the window?”
