Crap. Percy felt the lady’s hold loosen, heard the rustle of skirts as she began her downward descent. He reached out to grab her, only managing to snag her arm just enough to keep her head from hitting the floor. That certainly wasn’t good.

He didn’t make it a habit to carry around smelling salts for when young ladies fainted, he knew some of the blokes at work did when they encountered young women but Percy happened to know a small charm with the same effect. He brought out his wand and with a small mutter waved it under her nose, hoping it might revive the young woman now a puddle of skirts and lace at his feet.

“Miss? Miss?” He called gently. He’d carry her back to the desk once she woke enough to wrap her arms around his neck. Or he’d levitate her. But he’d manage it alright.