Try as she might, she wasn't able to look at Malfoy once he'd interrupted her. Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks and she simply could not break in front of them. She instead, whipped her gaze towards Splitters who seemed to be pinned to the spot once Malfoy had demanded clarification. But even though she wanted to glare at the man who'd made such a lecherous comment to her, the look in his eyes saw her immediately want to take a step backward. Merlin, she should have asked Angie to teach her a few good hexes, for that was all she wanted to hurl at this man in front of her.

"I think you know exactly what business he meant." She replied, her cheeks hot. Despite Malfoy being the person with whom she felt most comfortable in this entire store, she still knew that it was likely he'd not only known what kind of business but also engaged in that sort of business before. It was now that she sorely wished she was wearing one of her cloaks instead of the simple jacket she'd donned before leaving that evening. Something she could pull around her to make her feel at least remotely safe.

The longer she stayed here, the more turning on her heel and leaving seemed like a good idea. She'd tried and failed to get her earring back and what was more, had humilated herself in the process.

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