A conversation face to face? As opposed to letters, she supposed, but it was rather opportune that they were now alone and without a chaperone. Really, that would have made the situation all the more difficult if this was to be a longer conversation...which it now seemed to be. His admission to preferring to being alone in an abandoned cabin with her brought a smile to her lips. Given their circumstances, she could return the sentiment easily and without shame. Their time this past summer had been quite enjoyable. She'd even enjoyed dancing with him at the Minister's Ball, however bad of a dancer she thought herself. That he didn't seem to mind was all the more endearing, and Tilda met his gaze with warmth in her eyes.

She waited until he paused to fully smile at him. Her heart had, if possible, swelled in her chest and it was all she could do to keep from running to him. "You wouldn't be wrong in your assumptions, Mr. Scamander," she replied, her voice shockingly level. If his voice had any sort of a warning in it, it went completely over her head. "I think - no, I know - I've quite enjoyed your company for the summer. And well beyond it, if I'm being truthful."

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