The way his eyes flashed in response made her smirk but before she could act on it, black hair flashed in the periphery and a shriek interrupted them. Tom pulled back from her with a frown, the reality that they were standing in the middle of a battlefield rushing back in. She chastised herself for letting her guard down for even a moment; the reminder that they were no longer in the relative safety of magical Britain in the forties and instead were in the middle of a war zone coming at precisely the right moment.