Danny looks down, grumbling at the picture before him, and sticks his spoon in his mouth to free a hand. He swipes the drops of ice cream off his skin with a thumb and then dilly-dallies about how to clean it off with the spoon in the way.

Danny hates Hedwig's underground job but he hates even more that he's let his own mind wander there recently. It makes him feel like a jerk.