Splinching, or the separation of random body parts, occurs when the mind is insufficiently determined. [ A little mini-lesson is always useful, right? It's obviously not a word Luke is entirely familiar with and that makes sense -- her world is completely different to his, both magically and with the makeup of it, and she wants to share hers with him as much as she can, even if it's literally only a word here or there.

Still, her mouth turns down at the swear -- she did spend some time in France, she isn't an idiot. ] I can think about you all I like as long as I don't try and apparate to you while I do it. [ He - well. Um. She pauses and swallows, shaking her head and leaning back. Her expression is softening and she breathes out, trying not to let out how embarrassed she is by her own slip. Whatever. ] I've never actually splinched myself, actually. I was one of the first people in my class to pass the test.

[ Hah. Funny.

She does giggle, though. ] Just your converse? The poor faeries, they must be terrified.