"Undergarments? Oh. You mean your bra?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I might have seen it. It was... purple, right?"
She flicked her wand and the garment flew out from where she'd hidden it and up so it was hanging from the room's light fixture.
"And I don't know if I should spill. You're going to mock me. And then I'll have to hurt your bra." She said it jokingly but fell back against the pillows with an expression that said very hard she was trying to act like the so called bastard boy didn't matter.