"I don't know," Ben said, honestly. The anger was still there in his chest, but he was trying to keep his tone level and as free from emotion as possible until he had a chance to get out of this room and process some things. There was something else rising in him, too — defeat, maybe, or despair. It was probably stirred up from beneath the layer of anger and disbelief by the look in her eyes as she asked the question, and strengthened by the knowledge that no matter how this ended, it was going to be awful for both of them. There was no painless solution — and he wasn't even sure there was a solution at all.

She would be better off back at home, that much he was entirely sure of. The problem was whether that was still possible, which Ben didn't know. What had happened at the party last night, and how much did everyone else in the world know about what they had done? If their faces were plastered in the Prophet this morning with a damning headline, that would limit their options considerably.

But if there hadn't been a reveal, or if getting them away from the party had been enough to exclude them from it, maybe there was a chance. If her fiance didn't know what had happened last night, and if her parents could be persuaded to either overlook or turn a blind eye to it... it was possible. It was in their best interests, after all, for the wedding to proceed as planned, if that was still a possibility. Maybe he could still fix this, but he needed more information — and he needed to act fast, before things started to happen elsewhere.

"Soon, probably," he said as he finished getting his clothes on and checked to ensure he had his wand in one of his pockets.