She eyed this new fellow as best she could with the way the room kept trying to slide to the left. He didn't look like much but she didn't buy that assessment for a minute. "I never claimed to be sweetness and light," Valmae said with a shadow of a shrug. "The idiots are lucky they didn't decide to make off with me on a game day. Gwen would not have been happy."
"Heaven forbid Gwen gets upset," said a sharply dressed Hit Witch with a clipboard and a quill in her hands. "Believe me, I know." She turned her attention to Henderson and said, "this is the last of the detainees. The crime scene technicians will be here soon to process the building." She paused to eye the downed man. "I will request that a mediwitch be available to examine this one before he's booked."
Henderson nodded his agreement. "Lovely organization as always, Hestia. Troy, take your Miss Morgan to St. Mungo's before she decides to step on any more felons."
Valmae huffed and stopped edging toward the potioneer.