"Wow, you must be delirious."
Agatha shook her head and muttered a quick drying spell, hoping that it didn't get too hot with him still in the clothes. If he was going to make it difficult, then fine, whatever, she would just fix him up like this. Agatha shook her head at how out of sorts Fredrick looked, ready to blame his stupidity for rushing out in the rain like this.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with a sigh, hoping to push him down into a seat to calm himself. Agatha figured she'd probably look like a drowned cat too if she'd just crossed London in this storm, and she maybe should have some pity on him.
Not much, of course, but. She was secretly glad that he'd found his way over here after all, instead sending another blasted owl.
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