“I sincerely apologize for being late. Matters came up, and they had to be tended to.” It was true; Ron had written. She had shrugged it off originally, busy preparing for the defining moment of her career. He hadn’t taken the hint, and had shown up, ranting about something or another. It had taken two hex threats and the singeing of Ron’s eyebrows to get him to leave, and only grudgingly. This was her moment, and she was not about to have him mess it up.