"It's okay. Y-you--"

Archer felt as if he owed it to her to explain what had just happened. If it had been him, he would have wanted someone to reassure him about what had just happened. That it had been normal. That he hadn't been hallucinating.

However, the words were stuttered out too late, and Annie had already started to make a run for it. He stood there dumbstruck for a few seconds more, just watching her disappear into the London crowds. Turning on his heel, the young Ravenclaw fled toward home. He wished to inform his mother, convinced the aurors would be knocking on his door for performing underage magic. Even if it hadn't been him to do it.