Emmeline listened in silence, allowing her eyes to close again. The sound of his voice as he talked and the way he brushed her hair was perhaps more soothing than anything she'd ever heard or felt before. Even if what he had to say was abutting but calming or romantic. It was simply the tone of his voice, something she'd grown increasingly more comfortable with as time had gone on.

"Will you come to Hogsmeade during the Hogsmeade weekends?" she found herself asking, not really wanting to think about scorned lovers or the loss of a courtship. She didn't even know if that would be something they did eventually or not. As much as she would like it, She was hesitant to get her hopes up.

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