There are moments in one's life that if it was possible, one would probably choose to take them back.
That's exactly the kind of moment I found myself in as Harry fumed, using his closed palm to blow out exhales of hot air.
He was trying not to lose it. He was on the brink and as I watched I could see that if he lost it. Nothing would be able to reel him back to coolness… at least not after he had done irrevocable damage.
"Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out" Vera kept saying using her palm in demonstration.
As for me, I just stayed as far away from Harry as his office allowed, trying desperately not to meet his eye.
He had removed his tie and was now using a file to fan himself even though the room temperature was freezing. Even with my coat, chills ran down my skin and goosebumps lined the map of my skin.
