Had it not been for the matter of the small, dainty object, Rowan might have argued further; there was something about the way he talked that was just so irritating. And if she hadn’t been so focused on finding her broach, she would have realized he likely enjoyed it. In some weird sort of way that she also mildly found it amusing was not something she wanted to investigate further.

The voice came out of the shadows and Rowan, who’d picked it up from the ground, instinctively curled her fingers around it before turning to the voice. Her hand twitched for her wand, and she glanced back at Malfoy before she took a few cursory steps backward. "It may not be, but I don’t think it’s yours, either.” she said, jutting her chin out, eyes searching the shadows to match a face to the gravelly voice.

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