“Yeah you did,” he agreed taking another look around. He paused for a moment before shrugging, “I believe you.” Lorcan wasn’t so naive as to think that death or prison were the worst things to happen to anybody. He could think of a way to make someone’s life hell, he didn’t doubt whoever Sophia was scared of could as well. “Well I mean the how is obvious. Apparently you were fucking and took the fire play too far,” Lorcan probably shouldn’t have been joking considering everything but then his jokes were hardly ever appropriate. He scoffed, looking at the burnt body, “I hope she was pretty before you fucked up her face.” He paused for a moment, “We can burn it beyond recognition but Muggles can identify with dental records and stuff and it would make it seem more suspicious. Maybe we can transfigure the body into something small and bury it. And burn the house to the ground so there’s nothing to find in here. As for you, since you don’t remember if anyone saw you, maybe just stay low for a while. Avoid going into Muggle London and we’ll keep an eye out on Muggle newspapers.”