Though the moon was only truly an option in the minds of ridiculous Prophet editorialists, Maeve knew that, were it possible, Barnabas would do it. He would do anything for her—so devoted, so kind, so...

Obnoxious.

The thought hit her like the Hogwarts Express rolling into Hogsmeade Station and a wave of revulsion coursed through her as the redhead realized, truly realized, that the man who she so loathed was physically touching her. Abruptly the auror tore away, looking at Skeeter with murder in her eyes.