It was clear from the set of Malou’s jaw and the narrow line of her lips that she disagreed. If both men cared for Fallon they would respect the time needed to make such a decision, but she only looked at her friend in silent support.

At her question Malou frowned, gently reaching over and tilting Fallon’s face left and right. “Let me see what I can do.” She might not know the perfect spell, but she was sure she could come up with something to help and disguise the rest with cosmetics. “Eat your breakfast, I’ll be right back.” Malou reached for her wand and tapped Fallon’s plate with a silent warming charm that all interns learned.

She was back in only a matter of moments with a small case of cosmetics her mother had given her for her seventeenth birthday. “This should help.”