"They still keep insisting it was a faulty snap," Hayley said, sliding off the armrest and onto the seat of the chair. Honestly, she might as well get comfortable. "Which, please. I'm so sure." She sighed mournfully. "My poor coat. I loved that coat."
She watched Gerard futz around with his mug for a moment. "How long has it been since you were at the Ministry? Don't tell me you managed to avoid the dancing tables altogether, because I might have to kill you."