“You will always be the handsome, dashing boy that stole my heart,” Ailsa cooed affectionately, unconcerned by the dirt her robes were no doubt picking up or that the sky, once darkening, seemed to have become full dark in a matter of moments. Such was the way of the forest, she supposed, and under happier circumstances she would be the first to suggest they create a fire and make the most of the great outdoors.

Today was not one of those sorts of days however. (And truthfully she had never really thought Ewart would be especially successful in the race, despite her encouragement.)

“I could apparate us home?” Ailsa offered tentatively, being famously terrible at it to the extent that she had failed the exam on five separate occasions. She could manage it but technically speaking she shouldn’t and if Ewart was injured now then the last thing he needed was to be splinched!

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oh MJ mama likes ;)