The prettiest rose, the sharpest thorn. Sweet was not a word she would've used to describe the ice cold woman at her dinner table this evening. If they were using adjectives Melody might've decided upon venomous or sneaky, certainly not sweet. For once, Ben was the delusional one between them it seemed. "I'm sure." She acknowledged with a small tight lipped smile. Unlike Ben, Melody didn't feel the pressing need to correct his wrong opinions. Really, she would've left it at that.

But then, he mentioned Canada, causing Melody to finally turn a confused stare towards him.

"Why did you? Talk to me, I mean." She questioned tensely. The first night they ran into one another at some random ball Melody had been content to ignore him as they had for two years. It was him who insisted upon hashing it out, and it was him who said he missed her at the quidditch party. Melody wondered if he ever missed those feelings anymore.