Sage stepped away and Locke went cold at the sudden absence, the corners of his lips falling into a pout. Still, he nodded along to the directions and took the offered bottle of slave gratefully. Honestly, it hasn't been till she'd put it on that he'd realized that the burns had been bothering him.

As she started to pack away her supplies, Locke fumbled.  As much as he knew they had to stop and she needed to leave, he really didn't want her to.  But his office was hardly the appropriate place either. But it left him scrambling for a way to stretch this out and meet her again. Her uniform indicated she worked at Hogsmeade which meant he couldn't try to run into her whenever he went looking for Sina. Oh but maybe Sina would still know if her. He found try that.

But then Miss Sage Whitby herself dropped the perfect excuse in his lap. "I can't make any promises about not running into anymore flaming onions but I can promise I'll reach out to you if I have and any needs."