Her laugh—no, her glee—was enough to make Fitz very glad that he had run into Miss Gallivan today. He beamed (not down, though, for she was really quite tall and he quite average in that regard) at her and, as their eyes met, almost, almost took the single step it would need for them to be very close indeed before thinking better of it. He had scruples. Occasionally. They came and went, really; quite flighty little things.

"I learned a great many things at Hogwarts," he returned with a mock loftiness, "but very few from those paid to instruct me."