Even as the man moved away from Elfie (as she’d expected him to), Rowan felt a surge of indignation on her cousin’s behalf for leaving her in the lurch. Didn’t think to cover her with anything, just stepped back and left her even more exposed. Whilst Elfie was scrambling, Rowan took out her wand and flicked it sharply at the cieling. A heavy sensation settled over the room, hopefully preventing anyone from leaving until this was sorted out. Her cousin’s pleadings fell on her ears, panicked and desperate.

A high flush rose in Rowan’s cheeks. She didn’t have to guess what would have happened had she not walked in. “Are you completely mad?” She barked, flicking her wand at her cousin to conjure a robe for her. “What am I supposed to do, pretend like this never happened? Who is this man, Elfie?”

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