Ciaran turned to face the person who'd spoken and...woah. That was Emilie's mother?! She was...well...Ciaran's mother certainly didn't look like that. Not that he'd really want her to because that would be weird, but...fuck. She had to have been a teenager when she had Emilie; either that or she was aging really, really well.

He slipped his wand into his back pocket. Not ideal, but he could move it again later. The main objective was to not look like he was about to use magic on a muggle...which he wasn't...but maybe it didn't look that way to an outsider.

"I...think I was just leaving," Ciaran muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.