In the past, he may have been oblivious to her sudden stiffness; now he was almost too aware of it, and he began to backtrack his comments in his mind. Surely she wasn't that mad about him befriending an opposing quidditch player! She was competitive, sure, but he never imagined her the type to turn away from a friendship when it was offered. It made no sense. His brows furrowed as he watched her stand up, and when she turned to leave he reached up and wrapped his hand around her wrist.
"Hey," he interrupted, both voice and brows softening, "I've got one on me if you need it. I needed your help with one of the questions, anyways." He glanced back and forth between his back and her face, his expression a mix of confusion and worry.
"Hey," he interrupted, both voice and brows softening, "I've got one on me if you need it. I needed your help with one of the questions, anyways." He glanced back and forth between his back and her face, his expression a mix of confusion and worry.
