Cammie felt a tightness in his chest that he couldn't identify the source of. He couldn't possibly be disappointed; it wasn't as if he'd ever taken Divination seriously, either. On a good day it was an extra period for studying. On bad days he could drown out Professor Carmichael's voice and think through his problems. Sloane would interrupt that. It was for the best that she wasn't there. Yes.
Still, he couldn't stop himself from fighting it.
"Hey, if I can handle three electives, so can you. And you can't possibly expect me to copy off of Sisse; she's too good — too nice! I'd feel guilty about it. Not to mention that I'd have nothing to offer in return except a charming smile and my company," he protested, physically moving himself between her and her destination and altogether ignoring her mother's presence (which was easily, really, because he'd never seen her mother in person).
Still, he couldn't stop himself from fighting it.
"Hey, if I can handle three electives, so can you. And you can't possibly expect me to copy off of Sisse; she's too good — too nice! I'd feel guilty about it. Not to mention that I'd have nothing to offer in return except a charming smile and my company," he protested, physically moving himself between her and her destination and altogether ignoring her mother's presence (which was easily, really, because he'd never seen her mother in person).
