"You can't just leave, Febby!" he huffed, clearly exasperated as he took a single step back. "I don't know what's gotten into that brain of yours—or what's gotten out if it, if I'm being honest." One hand on his hip, he brushed the stringy ringlets of hair from his face before looking up at her again. "Picking up and leaving like this is some - some great romance novel of yours! If you do, this won't have a happy ending."
Of course, he'd write letters that would never receive responses, but that wouldn't last forever. He wasn't supposed to be seen with her in public, and thus would have no chance to accost her in the streets of Hogsmeade.
"If you don't tell me, you'll regret it. I promise."
Of course, he'd write letters that would never receive responses, but that wouldn't last forever. He wasn't supposed to be seen with her in public, and thus would have no chance to accost her in the streets of Hogsmeade.
"If you don't tell me, you'll regret it. I promise."
— set by MJ! —