Charles shuffled at her sudden question and change of topic and found himself swallowing before he could muster a response. It wasn’t that it made him uncomfortable – it was quite the contrary. Instead, he wasn’t really expecting it and he found himself at a loss for words because yes, he did want to see her during her Hogsmeade weekends. But that wasn’t what she had asked.
“If you’d want for me to be, I will,” He said trying to sound casual though the way his hand brushed against her cheek likely implied something completely different. His eyes were fixed on her expression and he found himself with a soft, unending smile throughout their conversation, “Would you want me to be in Hogsmeade during your Hogsmeade weekends?”
“If you’d want for me to be, I will,” He said trying to sound casual though the way his hand brushed against her cheek likely implied something completely different. His eyes were fixed on her expression and he found himself with a soft, unending smile throughout their conversation, “Would you want me to be in Hogsmeade during your Hogsmeade weekends?”