"Aye," she said with a nod. The sandwich and wine were gone now, and she had nothing to do with her hands now. They moved about, awkwardly entwining fingers as she often did when she was nervous and had no hair readily available to tug on.
"Right and proper. We had a bit of a row when he found me packing and ready to run away, but that's not very important." Dora glanced out over the short before looking back at Antonin. "He's going to register. I don't know if he's done it already or not, but he told me he's going to. To protect me... us, he said. Our life and our marriage. But I might have royally fucked that the other day. Likely Bill and Fleur Weasley's too, and feel horrid for it."