Zelda watched him stumble and reached out to grasp at his elbow, just to find herself lodged in place on the sidewalk. Her eyes opened wide.

"Yes," she said, "I think it's - oh no."

This was not the first time that Zelda had encountered enchanted mistletoe. Last time, she had been a Hogwarts student, and so it took her a moment to realize what had trapped them. She looked up. Her face reddened. She was struck with a sudden urge to swear, but resisted.

"Oh no," she said instead. This was a Problem. Not least of which because she could not think of anyone tangible to blame, and she was going to need someone to blame, and oh Merlin what if she really did have to kiss Mr. Darrow?

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