Michelles eyes twinkled as she watched Luke pull away from her, feigning devastation, and suggest that he would have to find someone else.

"It's a shame too," he continued, "I was looking forward to all the ridiculous cuddly, googly-eyed fun we could have in the commons to drive everyone all batty."


Fighting the mad desire to throw back her head and laugh, Michelle nodded and slipped her chilly hands in her cloak pockets. It really was quite cold outside in her much too thin dress. I imagine that you can find some other Hufflepuff girl to make eyes at, Michelle suggested. Although you might want to run the rules and duties and whatnot by her first before you waste too much of her time.

When Luke stopped and held out his hand, Michelle watched his facehe looked terribly tickled about all of this.

"Well then, you old hag," he said, his tone a very upper class Brit manner, "this will be it then. It was good while it lasted. Stiff upper lip, yes?"

A hag, was she? Michelle raised her eyebrow at that and kept her hands in her pockets. Indeed, she answered. It has been lovely. And thank you for tea, Mr. Price, she said, inclining her head politely. Good night. And with that Michelle turned and began striding up the walk, her hands still stuck in her pockets and a silent laugh sparking in her eyes.