"Good." He felt faintly silly when she brushed against him and he blushed, but he leaned against her so as to keep her under the umbrella. She pointed the way toward the portkey and soon enough they were in his rooms. There was paper everywhere, but other than that it appeared that everything was in order. His bedchamber was in the very back, and he said as much, closing and setting the umbrella down near the outer door. "Please, sit down, or come back with me and help if you like." He smiled shyly, turning toward his closet to get his travelling bag.
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