"I'm sure you'll be fine in no time," Lorcan agreed, frowning as Lucia used her hands to rummage around in her purse. "Here--" he began, reaching to stop her, but by then she had a pinch of floo powder. He shook his head.
"I can come along and help you check in, at least," he said. "You'll be horribly bored if you have to wait, and I don't think you should use your hands any more than you can help." He glanced back toward the concert, and added, though there was no way of telling from here, "I think the concert's almost over anyway."