"What sort of weapons are they? Did you learn anything about what they can do before the situation went south?"

The more they stashed inside the box the wider Lily's eyes grew as she continued to piece together the ordeal the pair of them had been through that day.

Lifting her wand to conjure a pot of tea, she was quick to pour them both a cup, passing them over before sorting her own.

She paused, on the verge of having a sip, and looked back to Eleven smiling again as she shook her head. "I'm glad you called, and that I could help. This is," she looked between them again, flummoxed. "Quite the pickle indeed."