She'd never seen this incantation before, and flinched as she felt the shards of glass fly from her skin and collect into the air. For a split second, Rowan thought they were going to burst and fly into her face again. She flinched again as the shard dispersed, but her eyes widened in surprise as the small particles drifted peacefully to the floor between them, some of them landing in her lap. She reached out and brushed a finger on the folds of her skirts. The pad of her finger came away with the fine dust, and she raised her finger to inspect it further, only to have Malfoy press a handkerchief to her cheek.

She took the kerchief from him, her hand brushing his as they made the exchange. Rowan lifted the kerchief off her cheek and looked down at it. Blood blossomed in irregular patterns across the fine cloth and she returned it to her other cheek, imagining she looked quite a horror now. "Thank you," she said, her lips pulling up in a truly grateful smile.

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