She shot him a very familiar glare. "First of all, obviously I didn’t have anything to do with your stupid Quaffle getting stuck in time. Second of all, obviously I’d rather get help from Harry or Ron, or, frankly, any other Auror in the entire Department"—he felt his shoulders sag against his will—"none of whom are my boyfriends"—he felt his shoulders straighten and his chest puff out—"but that’s not possible. I can’t exactly summon Harry and Ron here from Wales, can I? And I don’t have time to wait. I need an Auror, and you’re the closest one. Come along, will you?"