Were she not paralyzed by the fear of falling, Melody might've been able to appreciate the easy gliding of the magic carpet. The plush rug had zero similarities to her attempting to navigate a wooden stick through the skies on her own. And the feeling of Ben's arm tight around her waist wasn't one she'd deny. The brief trip to her neighbors rooftop wasn't one she would willingly repeat anytime soon, but it was far from her worst experience in the sky.

The rooftop had a soft dusting of snow, something she realized only as her sock clad foot came into contact with it. Fuck. Did he really have to choose a fucking rooftop in middle of a frigid winter night to have this conversation with her? Melody truly hadn't expected anything of him. The kisses they shared could remain that, and she'd go on dreaming of what they could've been.

She wrapped her arms around herself as he gave only the briefest explanation as to what they were doing here. The rumor swirling about wasn't news, not really. The offical announcement would be coming out soon, and only then would it be news. "I told you of it myself months ago..." She was growing more confused (and cold!) by the minute. Melody didn't even need to feel for her wand to know it resided on her nightstand. Fuck.

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