Her confusion grew even stronger. Nowhere in her recollection of that events of the day she took a tumble down the stairs could she recall anything being a "horrible accident'. She could specifically remember feeling Antonin's hands on her back as she fell. What sort of lie would the wizard tell to explain that away? It was almost worth the aggravation to throw open the door and demand he tell her. Something, however, stopped her. She wasn't done listening to what the men were talking about.