Colourful language? Josie herself would never ever swear, but she had heard a lot worse on the streets of Cardiff. And Hogsmeade. And within her own home. Of all the things that were bothering her, that did not even make the list.

Josie squeezed through the door as he spoke, not daring to open it any wider. She wanted to take up as little space as was physically possible. As she listened, her concern was plastered all over her face.

"I am so sorry Mr Fisk," she replied, "You do not seem to be having a good day at all. First this-" Josie motioned to the lower half of his body (extremely carefully as to not accidentally touch him - Josie thought she would actually die of shame would she to accidentally touch the lower half of his body) "- and now me opening the door on you! Are you sure your foot is alright?"

Josie had an image of his lower half of his body reappearing and her having done serious damage to his foot.

She was such an idiot.

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