His biting shouldn't have surprised her, but Ro kept scowling anyways. If they continued at this for much longer, Rowan feared her sour expression might be permanently affixed to her face. As she moved forward to follow she had the childish urge to stomp, but that was mercifully rather difficult to do when one was wading through water. Thankfully the sound of her moving through the water quelled any sort of external outburst on her part.
Seeing where they were headed, she was about to make a snide comment given the fact it looked like they were about to walk straight into a wall. However given the mechanics of Platform 9 ¾, again, she shouldn't have been surprised that the bookcase was the way out. Rowan looked on in mild disdain; it seemed he actually did know where they were going. She inwardly chastised herself at her petulance, for that was exactly the kind of unprofessionalism he could get her in trouble for.
Once through the bookshelf entrance, they were enveloped in stony silence, though their walking provided most of the noise that echoed throughout the hallway. Rowan gripped her wand, her eyes darting behind them to make sure no one was behind them. In truth, she was half-hoping some poor straggler caught up to them. It would certainly relieve the annoyance that she felt. This was hardly a rescue mission; it just felt like they were being shoved together in a situation that neither of them had the equal capacity to get through, and the only thing it seemed to prove was that Rowan's professionalism left much to be desired when the person who she was supposed to be rescuing was a former student that she had tutored. Bloody hell.
As they went down the hallway, Ro had placed her free hand on the wall, which allowed her some stability when the water tugged at her skirts and was constantly changing her center of gravity. She almost ran into Malfoy again when they came to the dining halls. Or what she thought was the dining halls.
Instead, they were inside the kitchens, and the lingering smell of prepared food mixed with the brackish sea water was an unpleasant assault on her senses. Rowan would have raised her hand to cover her nose, but her sleeve was soaked in the same saltwater scent, which provided absolutely no cover. "I thought you said this was the dining hall." she said, the tension in her voice only half gone.
Seeing where they were headed, she was about to make a snide comment given the fact it looked like they were about to walk straight into a wall. However given the mechanics of Platform 9 ¾, again, she shouldn't have been surprised that the bookcase was the way out. Rowan looked on in mild disdain; it seemed he actually did know where they were going. She inwardly chastised herself at her petulance, for that was exactly the kind of unprofessionalism he could get her in trouble for.
Once through the bookshelf entrance, they were enveloped in stony silence, though their walking provided most of the noise that echoed throughout the hallway. Rowan gripped her wand, her eyes darting behind them to make sure no one was behind them. In truth, she was half-hoping some poor straggler caught up to them. It would certainly relieve the annoyance that she felt. This was hardly a rescue mission; it just felt like they were being shoved together in a situation that neither of them had the equal capacity to get through, and the only thing it seemed to prove was that Rowan's professionalism left much to be desired when the person who she was supposed to be rescuing was a former student that she had tutored. Bloody hell.
As they went down the hallway, Ro had placed her free hand on the wall, which allowed her some stability when the water tugged at her skirts and was constantly changing her center of gravity. She almost ran into Malfoy again when they came to the dining halls. Or what she thought was the dining halls.
Instead, they were inside the kitchens, and the lingering smell of prepared food mixed with the brackish sea water was an unpleasant assault on her senses. Rowan would have raised her hand to cover her nose, but her sleeve was soaked in the same saltwater scent, which provided absolutely no cover. "I thought you said this was the dining hall." she said, the tension in her voice only half gone.
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