Barnaby suspected that Greengrass would have something to say about him having taken it upon himself to do anything for her – he would get a chiding later, he supposed – but he kept his face innocent of these thoughts, and only added loftily, “Well, Hogsmeade is full of ruffians, you know.” And a girl as exquisite as this needed protection. (Barnaby knew full well he would not be much good against the general ruffian, as it were – but Miss Chevalier was prey to far too many looks and leers from louts out and about on the streets, and a ghostly escort could at least give them pause. So it was a good and selfless deed, by the by, and if Ford inquired, that was what he would say.)
“We can accompany you home, if you like,” Barnaby suggested hopefully. Judging by the look, and the amount of attention she had already had in their presence, he fancied it would be a no – but let it not be said he had not thought to offer.
“We can accompany you home, if you like,” Barnaby suggested hopefully. Judging by the look, and the amount of attention she had already had in their presence, he fancied it would be a no – but let it not be said he had not thought to offer.
