Being told to observe Ignatius, along with some of their other peers doing the same, gave Acacia the excuse she needed to glance at him once more. Longer, thinking exactly of what she felt around him. Of how they talked. The reality of it all. For once, she had actually allowed it to overwhelm her. It was easy to observe his stance as she took in simply looking at him. Correcting her own stance a bit, she held on to that feeling. She let it overwhelm her. The smile couldn't be helped, the single tear slipping down her face couldn't even be noticed. Once more she closed her eyes as she took it all in and said, "Expecto Patronum."


