Without his hand on her face, Malou's skin felt the cool rush of air - which was entirely unwelcome. She could hear a few people talking on the other side of the tree as Mr. Prewett began rapping on the wall. Malou's mind caught up despite the swirl of emotions she was in. If she were found like this - it was foolish. She would have doomed Mr. Prewett to a life he may not want. For her it would only have crushed Mrs. Bagshot's dreams. Malou was use to being the one to stick out. And yet her entire being seemed to have no regrets.

A concealed door opened out of the paneled wood of the ballroom at Mr. Prewett's investigation. It may not have been the smartest move given how he had kissed her, but Malou trusted Mr. Prewett, he had always watched out for her. She could only assume this was the same. His guiding hand was welcome, both for the fact that Malou's entire body felt as if it was tingling and jelly at once and for the fact that the near heat of his presense was comforting.

At the first door she quietly slipped inside, almost surprised how well he knew the house. Then again it was his aunt's, she supposed she shouldn't be entirely surprising. As he entered the room behind her Malou found herself once again incredibly shy, standing just inside the door, entirely unsure what to do, or if she should even look at him. Everything had felt so certain when he kissed her, but it was as if the air had brought with it all her doubts and worries.