He wasn't sure if he'd make it through breakfast tomorrow without smiling like an idiot. He prayed that everyone else would be running late—or that both he and Sloane would oversleep by a good ten or fifteen minutes. He might have offered to coordinate it if he wasn't already aware of how terrible at planning he was. They struggled to make it on class on time some days; trying to add secret meetups was a bit of stretch. Maybe if they got desperate enough.
"As a matter of fact, I do," he said with mock offense. He grabbed the hand he'd been studying before and held it up, pretending to examine it with a little laugh. "You really ran out on me there. I was going to prepare a whole speech to read to you when I failed," he teased, letting their hands drop to his side, still clasped together. "Can we finish now?" He already knew the answer. This might be the first time he described Divination work as "fun".
"As a matter of fact, I do," he said with mock offense. He grabbed the hand he'd been studying before and held it up, pretending to examine it with a little laugh. "You really ran out on me there. I was going to prepare a whole speech to read to you when I failed," he teased, letting their hands drop to his side, still clasped together. "Can we finish now?" He already knew the answer. This might be the first time he described Divination work as "fun".
