Angie lifted her chin. "In the quarters last week, I got into a crash on the broom Ron made for me, that one over there. I wanted him to look it over before the league championship match Friday. I came down Diagon from the Leaky Cauldron end about -- oh, it must have been between half-past seven and quarter till. Flightlines doesn't open that early, but these days with league playoffs Ron works --I mean to say, he worked all hours."
The pain showed through for a moment, before Angie muscled it down and went on. "The door wasn't locked. I didn't look for the sign; I just went in, calling for Ron so he'd know it was me, you know? When I got in the door, the first thing I saw was the -- the Dark Mark on the wall, like, burned-in. And then I saw -- I saw Ron, he -- I don't have to describe it, do I?"