He smirked, but his mind went elsewhere. Though he couldn't fathom actually dying here, a sense of dread had begun filling him since they'd started shoving potions down his throat. It didn't seem like he was going to get out of here anytime soon—nor did it seem like anything was going to return to normal anytime soon. It could have been the Quidditch World Cup still lingering in the back of his mind, but something felt fundamentally wrong. Being back in Britain had brought him very little relief.
"They'll be letting you go soon, then?" he asked, eyeing her briefly. She could walk without much trouble, obviously, and her missing didgits couldn't have been bothering her that much if she'd willingly left her bed. "Has the auror department contacted you?"
"They'll be letting you go soon, then?" he asked, eyeing her briefly. She could walk without much trouble, obviously, and her missing didgits couldn't have been bothering her that much if she'd willingly left her bed. "Has the auror department contacted you?"
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —