She looked down and let out a slow sigh, "No, it's fine I'll just..." she waved her hand in the air, somehow assuming that he would get that she meant a cleaning charm. Wait...was she allowed to do that? She hadn't gotten to the charms chapter in What to Expect When You're Expecting a Wizard...what if her little girl ended up with some weird skin disease, all because she cleaned the ice cream off her shirt with a quick little charm. She thought about it for about thirty seconds before realizing that he was probably going to find it odd that she hadn't said anything or done anything yet, swallowed her fear, and with a flick of her wand, the ice cream splotch was gone.
"Do you need to get...well, I'm sure you can handle getting it off of your..." she nervously ran her fingers through her hair. Now she had to wait in line again for more ice cream. "I'm really really sorry," she said, her cheeks a bright red as she looked up at the bloke. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
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