He needed to keep away from her.  Not because he wanted to.  No, because he wanted to kiss her again, and didn't he know where those sort of thoughts led?  He'd been warned about them often enough.  He just needed to get back behind the table. That was all. That was a respectful distance.  Just, back away slowly and focus on what she was saying.  She was saying things.  Words. Saying words.

“Millie has been a doll and canceled quidditch practice, although quite reluctantly,”

Walt bit the side of his cheek, looking suspicious.  He didn't  have much experience with Quidditch, but he'd run patrols with Millie before.  She didn't seem the type to cancel anything, even reluctantly.  Also, she hadn't been at all impressed at the two fifth year Ravenclaws that had been working on bottling starlight.  They were still out after curfew.

“We should go on the 13th, to hell with tradition,” she announced with a grin. “Will you bring me flowers?”

She had climbed up on the table, which he had been planning to hide back behind.  "Thirteenth."  He repeated.  That was a Thursday.  WAS that a Thursday?  He thought so.  He was still pretty sure he should stay away from Pippa, at least while neither of them were fully clothed.

"I..."  Where was he going to come up with flowers on a Thursday in Feburary  "I will come up with something."  He promised.  "Got a favorite flower?"