Seriously of all the people who would also be crazy enough to walk around in this fog, why in the name of Merlin's beard did she have to run right into him- literally!

"No," Just no, she didn't want to hear it.

She wondered if he'd gotten her letters already, but her father's owl had already returned, so she knew the answer was likely yes. What had she been thinking? She could have been halfway to over this by now if she had just kept everything to herself.

"I'm not doing this, not here." She refused to fight with him in the middle of the street. No uncertain use of her first name or open arms would get her to do this right now.