Apollonia pulled up a seat to sit with him as he ate, her legs dangling slightly off the ground from the high stool. She crossed them and caught her heel on one of the rungs as she normally did, lacing her fingers in her lap with a sigh. “It’s…been acting up, lately.” She revealed, before a blush hit her cheeks and she avoided his gaze. “I…may have been carrying it the other day, dropped it on my toe and while I was shouting curses,” Quite literally, though she hadn’t meant to actually curse the bloody thing. “…my wand seemed to think I was in danger, and fired off a few experimental shots.”

It would have been hilarious had she not locked some protective documents in it. “Now it won’t open. And when I do - try to open it, that is - it snaps at me.” She revealed her thumb which had a bruise on it as if she’d shut it in a door.