He was declining. Gently, at least, but she didn't need to have him reiterate it less subtly. This had been a terrible, horrific, and woefully misguided course of action, she could well and truly see that now. The embarrassment started to set in rapidly as she imagined what must be going through his head. How obvious she must seem, how desperate. Her pride couldn't bear it.

"You know, you're quite right. I don't know what I was thinking!" She tried to laugh off her embarrassment but it sounded obviously forced to her own ears. "What does it matter anyhow? If it's wrong I shall simply replace it." Her attempt at making light to cover up her discomfort felt painfully transparent, she was certain he could see right through her. It would be best to escape now before he could witness any further embarrassment on her part."I'll just return to my seat now, I've missed enough of this riveting game already. Good day to you, Mr. Pettigrew!" Not wanting to hear or see any sort of response from him but rather pretend that she'd never walked up to him - or better yet, never met him - she turned her back on him and flounced off in the opposite direction of her seat. The sooner she left, the better; the next person to speak to her was in serious danger of being snapped at.

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