She hadn't said much, but her body language indicated that her anger had not abated. Something had really soured her mood, then; he thought the joke about an after-hours tour would have softened her at least a little. Well, his interaction here had run its course — if she was determined not to find him charming then there was nothing left to be done. Not at whatever time of the night this was, with him missing his jacket and his shoes, at any rate.

"My mother does often wonder," he said, tone as solemn as if they were discussing a terminal illness he had which was entirely incurable and whose symptoms were untreatable; a misfortune of the universe, rather than any consequence of his own choices. Patting the space on his torso in which his coat pockets would have been, had he still been wearing a coat, he continued in a resigned way, "Well, I suppose I'll see if the Knight Bus takes credit. Or — maybe there's a friend I can walk to," he considered. "Are the Evergardens in Hogsmeade?"

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