And there it was.

Melody knew without further explanation from Ben that he was beginning to realize what she did. Would he believe that her use of the potion had originally intended only to get him out of the party? That she didn't dare risk the fall out if he had remained behind when midnight struck? Eloping hadn't even been a thought until they were suddenly standing in Arthur Bloody Pettigrew's backyard and the sky was falling upon them. Even then, she mentioned an alternative that he had quickly shot down. Though, reflecting on it now, Melody realized he couldn't have agreed with her, for she hadn't presented waking the Pettigrew's as a suggestion. Merlin. The amount of mistakes she made last night was incredulous.

She untangled herself from his grasp and moved to sit up against the headboard, gently pulling the blanket from him to cover herself. Melody wished they could have dressed before having this conversation but knew that would be an admission of guilt all on its own. How to explain? How much of it did he remember? Melody kept her eyes trained on the distracting pattern of the comforter. "Yes." Not enough of an answer. Melody couldn't leave it at that; she couldn't allow him to fill in the blanks on his own.

"How much of the night do you remember?" She cautiously asked after a long pause. Already, Melody was making a mental list of where her belongings resided throughout the room. Their clothes were thrown everywhere, but her wand. Where had she left her wand? She couldn't allow Ben to cast her out onto the streets without her wand.