She had taken his arm, but sounded so uncertain that Nick didn’t dare drag her along at a brisk pace, in case she turned and fled or tripped over in her peculiar anxiety.
She was a witch, wasn’t she? She was acting terribly like a disbelieving muggle, but she had the ticket and all. “May I ask where you’re from, Miss?” he added, generally baffled by her. She spoke English like a native (in accent, if not eloquence), and looked British enough, but she might have come from another planet, for all she knew about wizarding London. “Because I take it you’re not a local.”
She was a witch, wasn’t she? She was acting terribly like a disbelieving muggle, but she had the ticket and all. “May I ask where you’re from, Miss?” he added, generally baffled by her. She spoke English like a native (in accent, if not eloquence), and looked British enough, but she might have come from another planet, for all she knew about wizarding London. “Because I take it you’re not a local.”
