“Red,” he shrugged, “Feel obligated to given my Hogwarts house.” Which was kind of true though if he were to be entirely honest, he didn’t really have a favourite colour. He just kind of felt an obligation toward it because of his Gryffindor loyalties.

His eyes were fixed on her as she huddled up on the chair though he arched an eyebrow, “Please don’t fall off.”

The last thing he wanted was coming here to save her from nothing only for her to actually die by falling off of a chair and breaking her neck. That would be disastrous in more ways than one. Well, mostly one: she’d be dead. That would suck.

“And what of food? Have you a favourite meal?” He asked with a casual tone.

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