So she was staying. His shoulders fell as he released a deep breath, but it wasn't one in relief. For some reason, the thought of her being stuck here filled him with dread—for a reason he couldn't exactly pinpoint, though the emotions were definitely strong—and he avoided her gaze, instead focusing on some of the folks across the streets who were peeking over their gates. Perhaps knowing someone living in Hogsmeade who wasn't also a coworker made the mystery of the fog even more disconcerting. Yes, that obviously had to be it.

"No friends in London to stay with?" he murmured in question, his gaze still averted from hers. With all the tragedy in Hogsmeade, he was surprised that the magical population still considered it the ideal place to live—especially during the season. He could never imagine living here himself, even with the laws permitting free use of magic. "... None that they've informed us about," he finally responded, his gaze moving back to her.

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