He hummed in approval as she kissed him, struggling to resist the urge to start again what they'd just stopped. When he pulled away, he flashed her a smile that only a completely-oblivious person could miss as an affectionate one. Still, that didn't answer the when or how, and he knew they were one crisis away from being separated and an unknown length of time. He'd be busy, sure, but there was no doubt that he'd worry for her well-being.
"We can't rely on letters, not after the owl incident," he prompted. "In the event that Hogsmeade decides to start killing off its residents—" A very morbid possibility, but one nonetheless. "—you must get to safety." It was the most predictable thing he could have said, but it was no less true.
"We can't rely on letters, not after the owl incident," he prompted. "In the event that Hogsmeade decides to start killing off its residents—" A very morbid possibility, but one nonetheless. "—you must get to safety." It was the most predictable thing he could have said, but it was no less true.
— set by MJ! —