Thoroughly perplexed by the change in the air between then, Sloane couldn't place why she suddenly felt antsy. There was something about his tone of voice that had her wishing she hadn't said it like that. Was he really that disappointed? Surely he was just playing with her...

"You're going to see my face so much this year you'll be sick of me." She attempted to tease him lightheartedly, the way the rest of the conversation had been going, but honestly wasn't sure who she was trying to convince anymore. Honestly though, so many classes together and the common room and quidditch, it was a miracle he wasn't sick of her already.

His dismissal of her earlier suggestion had her scrambling, for some reason she didn't want to leave this uneasy feeling better them. "See if we can catch up at Honeyduke's before you go though, yeah? We shouldn't be too long at the bookstore." Hopeful had a color for Sloane and it was a pale lavender creeping into the ends of her hair; and it was even more obvious on her face.