"Alright," Sarah said encouragingly, as he selected their direction. She wasn't sure how he was so sure, today, but she wasn't inclined to argue. Never mind, anyway; if they had it wrong, soon there would at least be light enough from somewhere to illuminate their wrongs.
She hadn't meant to hold onto him, had meant no more than a brief touch at his arm - enough to confirm it was him (however little she knew him, the man she had pinned her walk home upon!) - but as soon as he started off moving, struck by the sensation that she might lose him in a heartbeat, Sarah curled her fingers gently onto his sleeve, face flooded with embarrassment she was at least relieved he couldn't see.
"Rooms at the Broomsticks, you said?" Sarah piped up, furtively fishing for a topic that would cool her cheeks and perhaps guide them through the darkness without her having to grasp at him too hopelessly. "You don't live in Hogsmeade, then?" She put together, cautiously - not that she meant to pry. "That must be wretched luck, to have found yourself here in time for all this," she explained hastily, a sympathetic grimace colouring her words. The poor man, to have found himself surrounded by fog and darkness!
She hadn't meant to hold onto him, had meant no more than a brief touch at his arm - enough to confirm it was him (however little she knew him, the man she had pinned her walk home upon!) - but as soon as he started off moving, struck by the sensation that she might lose him in a heartbeat, Sarah curled her fingers gently onto his sleeve, face flooded with embarrassment she was at least relieved he couldn't see.
"Rooms at the Broomsticks, you said?" Sarah piped up, furtively fishing for a topic that would cool her cheeks and perhaps guide them through the darkness without her having to grasp at him too hopelessly. "You don't live in Hogsmeade, then?" She put together, cautiously - not that she meant to pry. "That must be wretched luck, to have found yourself here in time for all this," she explained hastily, a sympathetic grimace colouring her words. The poor man, to have found himself surrounded by fog and darkness!
