"He did not feel it up!" wailed Patricia, vivid memories of being forced to climb ladders and tend the dozens of Educational Decrees of Umbridge rushing back to her. "He was spotting, he kept me from falling off."
They were striding through the sunset towards a low wall dividing a little pale cottage from the broad stretch of land before a cliff and the wide expanse of sea beyond. Patricia felt trepidation, but a little breath of jealousy at giving up her friend to the sea and sky. Keep her safe, she hoped, as George pushed open the gate and led them inside the garden.