"This—" She looked down, realizing she was still standing in waist-deep water, and began to climb out of the fountain, holding the ledge to balance herself and ignoring the hand he offered her. She dried her clothes with her wand before, almost as an afterthought, she dried his as well. "This is McAlester Park. Though"—she followed his gaze around the glade—"I’ve never seen this part of it before."