Malleable as clay or soft earth, Padma moved with Anthony, and when he fumbled at her hips her hands fell without thought to right the gesture. She still held her wand in one hand, and despite the guttering light in the corridor she raised her arm, a light touch to the crown of Anthony's head, first, and then her own, nerves requiring that she mutter the incantation for the Disillusionment Charm where she might otherwise have simply willed it.
It was hardly perfect, but Padma kissed Anthony anyway.