Ivy laughed, a genuine surprised sound that came out of her chest, and reached with her fingertips to touch them to Dorset's shivering shoulder, just for a second. "I'm sure there are worse chasers in Hogsmeade," she said, "But I'd be hesitant to try them."

The mixture of sweet roll and beer was still better than the taste she remembered every time she woke up from a nightmare — blood from the sky, landing on her lips and seeping in. But that didn't mean it tasted good.

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