As Lindsay finished her breakfast, Lorcan finished his notes and then folded the paper, slipping it into his pocket when he rose to his feet.
Her pronouncement made him laugh. "This is true," he acknowledged with a small bow. "But knowing that truth is no reason not to work to ensure it," he offered Lindsay his arm when she was ready. He hated the floo that he preferred to apparate them straight to the studio. It also ensured they didn't encounter any stray sunlight since the studio knew his habits and needs, and therefore kept aside rooms that were darkened or windowless just for him. "Let's make some musical magic, Ms Macmillian."