He very nearly retorted 'why on earth would you think you were dead' but she kept right on before the sass could get the better of him.  His only concern about the letter was that she not touch it again.  And if she'd dropped it then that wasn't a problem.  Of course there was a chance someone else would touch it and have the same affliction, if it was cursed like he suspected, but Hopkins was over there to deal with that.  He realized belatedly that that didn't really solve the problem of Hopkins potentially touching it.

He looked over towards where the other Constable had gone which was just enough distraction for Miss Malfoy to push the chair back at him and stalk off.  A quick tap of his wand took care of the chair and he had nearly set off after her, worried to let her go off on her own so soon after being hexed but that would leave his partner uninformed.  He watched her walk away, mouth open ready to call out, for half a moment of indecision before shaking his head and heading in the opposite direction to tell his partner about the cursed letter.

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