No, no, no this was all her fault. Tilda shook her head, her loose curls quivvering as she did so. Tears of embarrassment pricked her eyes, but she willed herself to keep calm. At worst it was a broken nose, but it didn't change the fact that she felt she might burst into flames if she blushed any more.

At his request she nodded wordlessly, rushing to get the door for him. She managed to succeed without leveling him. "Yes, yes, of course!" she replied weakly, recalling her schedule. She had about 20 minutes before she had to start rotations, which should be just enough time to mend poor Mr. Scamander.