That was just great. The car, her mother would be upset. They would all flaunt over her, flitter around and more than likely theorize that there was foul play behind it. Everything just had to be about demons and evil and those goddamn Deatheaters. All she wanted was to be alone! But no, he was right, they were going to come and the mortal fuss would start. They would probably blame her. Who'd she hit, anyway?
By the time she was on her feet, she was more than ready to bolt. Then again, if she ran away, she might fall over. She must have hit her head, everything was still kinda swimming by her eyes. Maybe that's why her driver's side window wasn't there. She hadn't rolled it down. There was the sound of sirens, and she had a sense they'd be there soon.
"Get me out of here," she practically begged him. Help wasn't going to come from anywhere else, not what he was offering. Mom or Dad would insist on the hospital or one of the healing cousins, which meant more people. And more than she could reason at that moment, she was particularly glad he'd come.