He really fancied himself a gentleman from this encounter! The nerve. Her eyes narrowed again. Before this, Rowan was conflicted by the urge to tell him it was her — that he knew her, and she knew him — but the last of his speech struck a nerve with her and she decided to keep this one to herself. Whether out of spite or some other morbid curiosity, she didn't care to discover.

"I was not hiding!" she responded, outraged he would even think her capable of such impropriety. "I lost my broach and was simply searching for it when you came and so generously offered to help me look." Some help he was, apparating her outside instead of leading her inside where she had actually likely left her broach.

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