The urge to fidget with her fingers was a holdover from childhood but Lena felt them begin to twitch despite her ever-advancing age. She had said it now so she would have to go through with her plan: Vera was generally more amenable than the rest of them, true, but the Scamander streak of stubbornness would probably rear its head if provoked and no one could resist a secret offered then hidden away again.

“Or we could talk on the way?” She suggested, sliding through the door with the unfussy ease of someone who had not bothered to remove their outerwear in the first place. “I’d rather-” She cleared her throat to cover up the get this over with that had been about to follow and instead offered: “Hear your thoughts before you’ve had chance to think of something nicer to say.”

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