An immediate sense of awkwardness washed over Melody. Turning face and heading back upstairs would only add to the long list of reasons as to why they were ill suited for one another. He was a Gryffindor, brave and willing to confront anyone over trivial matters (the duel sprang instantly to mind) whereas she only sought whatever measure of tense peace they could find. To stay meant conversing with him when her thoughts were muddled and stressed. To leave meant further hatred.

Melody remained in the doorway.

"I was coming down to make some tea," she explained weakly. "I can come back..."

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