Henrietta had been surrounded by magical mishaps for most of her life, so the idea that the weather charm had already been broken before he'd started casting didn't surprise her in the least. Magic was always unreliable, from her perspective. If the spell he'd cast had made things worse, though, that seemed potentially problematic - at least if this storm was going to continue on in this fashion and draw the attention of everyone in the nearby ballroom. If someone started looking into what had gone wrong with the weather charms, then this would have accomplished the exact opposite of what they'd been hoping to achieve.
"Will anyone be able to tell it was you?" she asked in a tone quiet enough to be barely audible over the roaring of the wind. Maybe they ought to move further inside, because the hallway was starting to feel less like a sanctuary with every angry gust, but drawing closer to the ballroom would put them into a different kind of danger. They were still alone together, and now had both very visibly been outside together; questions were bound to be asked, and they still had no answers.
"Will anyone be able to tell it was you?" she asked in a tone quiet enough to be barely audible over the roaring of the wind. Maybe they ought to move further inside, because the hallway was starting to feel less like a sanctuary with every angry gust, but drawing closer to the ballroom would put them into a different kind of danger. They were still alone together, and now had both very visibly been outside together; questions were bound to be asked, and they still had no answers.
