Faustus chuckled to himself as the horse was withdrawn. There was nothing to be mended unless it was for wounded pride - something that would most definitely not require fixing on the young lady's behalf. "No, I don't believe there is any lasting damage, miss." he said amiably as he stood up. A quick flick of his wand remedied any slobber stains that might have otherwise been removed by a potion from his housekeeper. "I thank you though."

His eyes drew down to the basket in her arms. While it was mostly empty, it was the fragrance that tipped him off first; every morning when he walked into the Ministry he saw flowers that had the very same fragrance as the basket. "Do you deliver those flowers to the Ministry of Magic?" he inquired with a slight nod of his head towards her possessions.