No doubt poor suffering Connor was thinking how unfair she was not to trust him. She wasn’t the one who had pulled a wand. She wasn’t the one who had started throwing hexes. All she had done was defend herself against his attack. And now he wanted to talk? Why? She hadn’t turned him in. She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. She had cleared up and covered for him.


And now he wanted to talk.


"Seems to me, she's a witness,"


“Then you’ve got until Professor Babbling leaves.”


"If you're expecting a full audience of our classmates, you can forget that," he added.


What she had learned was to expect any low trick you could think of from him.


"And here. Let's take away all your bloody fear, yeah?"

She watched as he lay his wand down and stepped away from it.


“I’m not afraid of you, Connor,” She said. “I just don’t want to have to clear up the mess again.”


"Now. Can we talk?" he asked.


“Alright,” She said, relaxing slightly. “You talk; I’ll listen.”


Though what he could have to say to her she couldn’t think. Something for Goria? She would take a message. Something about the Quidditch team? She would listen, and if he had anything useful to contribute, she woud….. consider it. Other than the news that he was leaving the school and joining the Army she couldn't think of a thing she would be interested in hearing. 

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