Her questions are on their way to being answered as Blaise stops before the Three Broomsticks, holding the door open for her. The cosy air of the pub envelopes her, and she and Blaise shed their outerwear. He’s paired his jeans with a nice woollen turtle-neck—looks expensive—and she does a quick visual sweep of the room. No one familiar sticks out, and she feels a guilty pang of relief. She’s not embarrassed of being seen with Blaise per se, but she’s reluctant to give fuel to rumours that may stumble onto the truth.