Well, Ro thought wryly, reflecting back onto the last time they'd met. While she had been the one to rescue him originally, there was absolutely no denying the fact that Malfoy had done the same for her, especially from the point where she'd lost her wand.

She watched him closely as he offered another option, and she thought back to earlier that night when she'd received the broach; struggled to remember if she had gone back outside at all with Cartwright or Zelda. While in the end, Ro remained rather unconvinced that it was outside, there was something in the way that Malfoy talked that caused her to re-evaluate if she really wanted to execute this dance they seemed to be doing.

Thus far, it seemed he had absolutely no idea she was the same woman who had rescued him on the ship; had tutored him back at Hogwarts, needled him with questions and whippy responses until he'd rolled his eyes so many times they might as well have been permanently affixed there. So if she knew all of this, knew where his thoughts rested where she was concerned, why in Merlin's name did she not tell him to whom he was speaking?

Perhaps all those years it felt like she hadn't truly seen him for who he was; now that there was potential for him to think they were one and the same, her curiosity was piqued.

"Perhaps you're right," she conceded with a tilt of her head. "Perhaps it wasn't fastened on properly either."

Without waiting to see if he followed, Ro turned, her silver curls swaying with her, and began weaving through the crowd.

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