She did have it all figured out. Rowan would later that day admit that her normal patience with Malfoy was a great deal thinner than it usually was, and she would tolerate little of his back talk today. But the remaining fact at the end of the day was that she needed to keep him as a client; needed to guarantee she could send that money back to her family. Running a hand through her now messy hair, Rowan bit her lip as guilt gnawed at her. She supposed she could lighten the condescending tone she took on with him. But really it was only because the idiot could be so self-righteous sometimes.

His refusal to look at her as he posed his next question told her she really needed to ease back her tone. "Yes and no." she said, quieter this time as she took a breath and turned to her book bag to fish out her sketchbook.

"Here," she opened to the sketch of the solar system model in the Divination room and pointed to the sun. "Planets have different levels of gravity, which pulls things in. But because these large objects are traveling so fast, the gravity doesn't effect them as much as much as me dropping this book would." Not the most elegant of explanations, but Rowan hoped this was enough to a) draw an invisible truce as well as b) have him understand.

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