"Well, the sleeves aren't helping…Hold your arms out, I'll help roll them up."

“Yes, Master Walter,” she said, staring straight ahead as she stuck her arm out. Her lips quivered as she tried to keep a straight face. Hey, if she was stuck doing homework and studying, he was going to have to deal with complaining and cracking jokes.

She didn’t feel the touch of his fingers, though. Instead Walt went the magic route to get her sleeves up. “Show off,” she muttered, turning the tiniest degree to look at him.

"Better?  Right, let's try again…What happened?"

“Uh, I didn’t do anything. How could anything have happened?” Really, was she that bad that he thought she was capable of doing something wrong without even lifting her wand? Tutting, she rolled her eyes but paused. Walt wasn’t looking at her wand…he was looking at her wand arm. He was looking at the slashes there that were still raw from yesterday when she had taken her stress out on herself.

“Right. I am perfectly capable of doing this with sleeves.” She started to roll them back down. Then she lifted her wand.  “It’s not your concern,” she added, once more barely turning to look at him. She narrowed her eyes toward the book but no charm fell from her lips.

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