Cameron's gaze snapped away from her face, her tone cutting through him like a knife. It hurt, and he knew it was his fault, and even though he was still mad at her for taking things the wrong way—nearly a year ago, he noted—the anger was not as raw, not as potent as it had once been.
"I didn't come to keep you company," he said, trying to reply with the same coldness, but realizing with dismay that he sounded more like a wounded puppy. "I actually came here to shop, you know, for a..." He looked around, eyeing the stand that was labeled Hogwarts as if it would stop students from venturing further into the store and disturbing whatever supplies was kept here.
"... A new cauldron," he decided, albeit unconvincingly.
"I didn't come to keep you company," he said, trying to reply with the same coldness, but realizing with dismay that he sounded more like a wounded puppy. "I actually came here to shop, you know, for a..." He looked around, eyeing the stand that was labeled Hogwarts as if it would stop students from venturing further into the store and disturbing whatever supplies was kept here.
"... A new cauldron," he decided, albeit unconvincingly.
