His compliment triggered an onslaught of memories: him repeatedly complimenting her, her insisting they leave the closet, the overwhelming feeling as though she loved him. That thought coupled with his mention of a push left her with suddenly wobbling knees. Had someone spiked their drinks somehow? What was there to gain from forcing her and Mr. Longbottom together? They barely knew one another!

"I don't - but why? Why us?" There were a dozen drinks on that tray, how could they have been explicitly targeted? "How am I supposed to go home now?"

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