Bella's mind was full of all sorts of jumbled thoughts: Would her relationship with Mr. Langley be damaged from this point forward? Would she be able to adequately complete her job if that were the case? Was she really that forward? And most importantly, was he the only one she'd given such impressions to? Merlin, now she'd be a wreck for the rest of the day! The month of April was proving to be an especially tumultuous one, and it was only on its ninth day!

Grabbing the files from Mr. Langley, her hand brushed him, prompting her face to finally redden.

"A-Alright. Orange skin. Eye of toad. Newt. Alright," she stumbled before turning to make her escape.