Complicated. She could accept that answer. The love she knew — familial love — was messy enough, she couldn’t imagine how horrible it must feel for romantic love. Every romantic poem she’d read made it sound almost painful. She’d really hoped for a first-hand account, but she was fine with complicated. It was reasonable — and she was prying, anyway.

She needed to redirect the conversation somehow away from elopement. Though it was the perfect segue, she didn’t want to make him hate her. There needed to be some measure of likeability between them.

“What was your favorite subject in school? Mine was Divination. I found the abstracts to be interesting, especially cartomancy and palmistry.” She smiled sweetly. “Muggles do get some things right, you know. Palms truly can tell a lot about a person’s future. Perhaps I could read yours sometime.”

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