I can't help but flinch when he points his wand at me, but a moment later my shirt is smooth, and I actually smile in gratitude. "Thanks," I murmur, turning to look in the mirror. I really do look nicer than I usually look.

"She does," I say, because no one holds onto someone's handkerchief all summer without a serious crush. "Why wouldn't you want her?" I ask, turning back to Baz. "It's not because of her family, is it?"