He gave her a mischievous wink. "Yeah, share.  Of course."  He said with a nod and an intentionally exaggerated tone, making it sound like he had no intention of sharing.  "Cherries?" he asked in impressed disbelief that sent him digging through the basket again.  He surfaced with a small handful looking victorious.  "They can have the cookies but I'm not sharing these."  He didn't know anything about about growing food but he did know that you didn't get cherries in winter.  Unless you were friends with a Potts, of course.

He nodded knowingly, plucking a stem from one of the cherries.  He'd been one of the ones that had wanted her to stay home and rest, and he supposed it wasn't a bad idea still... but it had been 3 weeks after all.  They were both clearly on the mend and the sound of her calling out from the rubble had stopped showing up in his dreams.  Time to get over it.  "Yeah, a couple more weeks of this blasted thing."  he grumbled, pulling at the part that dug into his neck  "And a couple weeks of doing everyone's paperwork.  Woodcroft said I'm basically writing lines as punishment... and I think he might be right." he threw the cherry stem listlessly.  "If they made me stay home for a couple weeks at least I'd end up getting my herbology NEWT from your dad."

The grin from his joke about her dad only lasted a moment.  Thinking of spending time at the Potts house reminded him of something.  "Hey... have you seen anyone lingering around your house?" He asked with a sobered expression, trying to keep his voice light but direct. "Or just... being weird on your street?"

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