‘Understandable,’ offers Evie. ‘I suppose it’s his job to keep this train on the tracks.’ Duke looks to the ground and Daphne lets herself down with the worst fake smile in the history of all of smiles. Yup. There’s definitely something afoot.

‘Duke!’ calls one of the producers then, and when he’s gone it’s suggested that now would be a good time for Evie and Daphne to take a short walk up the lane.

‘And if you’re papped, you’re papped.’ Dream-or-Willow shrugs with a smile. ‘Does that work?’

Evie and Daphne look at one another.

‘I don’t have anywhere to be,’ says Evie, with a laugh. Half the time she still thinks it’s ridiculous that they paid to fly her out and put her up in all of these hotels, just so she can pinball between trailers and monitors, not doing much besides occasionally giving a thumbs up to the content team and saying, ‘Yes, it’s all such a dream.’ It’s so unnecessary. If Duke wanted to meet her, he should have just invited her for coffee. Although, if she’s honest with herself, she would have probably said no. Hmm. Well played, Duke, she reflects. It’s still inappropriate that he exercised his power that way, but she’s less mad about it now she’s enjoying herself properly.

‘Great,’ says Daphne. ‘Let’s boogie.’

There’s a wide, pretty straight path just around the corner from the set, lined with snow-topped trees. They walk in silence until they’re steadier on their feet, testing where is safest to walk and where there’s hidden ice.

‘Here,’ Daphne instructs, as she finds her rhythm on the left. ‘Look.’

Evie follows her footprints until they’re side by side, both in padded coats, hats, scarves, mittens and sunglasses to guard against the sun’s glare. Admittedly, Daphne looks eighty times more glamorous because her outfit is her Hermione costume, whereas, in a bid to keep warm, Evie looks more like a little boy who dressed in a hurry. Daphne takes Evie’s arm, like they’re just a couple of gal pals heading out for cocktails. She’s deceptively strong. Evie assumed that a woman so tiny would be frail, like a little sparrow, but she’s got a grip like a vice and steers them determinedly.

‘Good core workout,’ she says, as they fall in step. ‘Walking in snow is like running on sand – you don’t realise how sore it’s gonna make you.’

Evie deadpans, ‘Running on sand. Yes. I’ve heard of that.’

Daphne laughs. ‘Duke said you’re funny.’

‘Did he now?’ Evie quips. He talks about her?

Daphne grins as she looks at her. ‘Aren’t you going to ask me what else he’s said?’ she teases.

‘Nope.’

‘Because I’d tell you.’

Evie raises an eyebrow. ‘Remind me not tell you my secrets then,’ she says, and Daphne laughs again.