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Pansy dialed his number without even thinking of it, her eyes burning as she stared at the road ahead of her. She didn’t have anyone else she trusted well enough to call.
“Pans? You okay?”
He was exhausted, she could hear it in his voice.
“Did I wake you up? ‘M sorry. Can you meet me at mine?”
She heard shuffling on the other line. “Of course, is the floo open?”
“I think so, Theo should be home.”
He pulled on his coat, she could hear him zip it through the receiver. “How long until you get there?”
“Ten minutes.”