from his place on the velvet settee, without looking up Finally. We were about to send a search party down to the lake to dredge for you.

stretched out across an entire couch, boots propped on the armrest He's been standing outside the portrait for ten minutes pretending he wasn't waiting.

stepping through, shaking rain from his dark curls with one hand Miss me already, Nott? I'm touched.

from her perch on the arm of Daphne's chair, eyes narrowing with sharp approval Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in.

his voice cutting through the room, low and lazy, as if he hadn't just been staring Are you going to get up, or do I have to move you myself?