She walked away from him, her head held high as she walked away from the Great Hall, up the stairs, all the way to her tower. She closed the door, and then she paced. Every response in downstairs had felt muted somehow. Her body made up for it when she reached the Astronomy Tower. Her heart raced; body twitching and ready to run. Perhaps if she climbed the stairs again, at a run, three times, she would feel some sense of calm. Now, she was as likely to hex as breathe. Then he knocked and she made a decision.

She opened the door.

She said nothing as she let him in, checked the hall, and was certain they were unseen. Of course, she had a cover, but she wasn't in the mood for interruptions tonight. Anyone interfering with them tonight may plummet from the window without a broom. Locking and charming the door, she took a moment to breath before turning to face him. She walked past him, unable to look at him without fuming. Putting an armchair between them, unsure which of them she was protecting, she looked for his eyes. "I don't know if you expect me to kiss you or curse you. I don't know which I'd prefer."

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