Having made is as far as the sugar quills- thankfully the only thing she'd managed to pick up, Elsie flinched when she heard him. Wiping away the errant tears, she sighed slowly knowing it was deserved. She'd earned anything he could throw at her and she would just have to take it. Clearly neither one of them was capable of moving on, not even in the months since everything had happened and it left Elsie questioning herself yet again, like she did every single day.

Els chanced another glance his way when he spoke again, against her better judgement, knowing the look on his face would just cause her even more heartache, but it was what he said that really hit home. She wanted nothing more than to try, to figure this out, to give them a real chance, but she didn't know how to do that, how to make it work without one of them giving up something they loved. As much as she tried to tell herself that she was trying to protect his quidditch career- and that was a large part of it, it really was, but part of it was self-preservation. Elsie knew, she just knew that her mother would never approve and family was everything to her. It was selfish, every choice she'd made was selfish, but it didn't change her fears.

"You won't understand," She found herself saying, tone quiet and pained, before she realized what had slipped. Elsie covered her mouth as soon as the words tumbled out, eyes wide. This was going to go downhill and fast. This was not the place; it shouldn't happen at all. "I shouldn't have-" She really shouldn't have said anything at all. "I need to go." She managed, the recovery weak at best, but she didn't wait for a response as she started for the door again.