A walk. She was going to go ask him if he wanted to go for a walk. With the dog, of course, to give her a reason for wanting him to come.

She had come a a realization. She wanted him. It was a bit difficult to admit, and understand on her part. But she did. And really, he should probably know that. The whole situation was volitile and dangerous, but Athena just tried to remember that she liked danger. After all, what was worse: telling the boy who liked you that you wanted him (that she liked him sounded too, too girly for Athena), or chasing around fire breathing monsters all day? Both took a certain amount of insanity, and while Athena's arm still stung from the bite she'd recieved earlier, her heart was still healing from the last man she'd wanted.

Walks were safe. And so she'd gone over to his door, not feeling comfortable enough to simply let herself in. And so she knocked, and knocked and... Athena was about two seconds from pulling her wand out and rushing in to save his Muggle arse from whatever crazy had broken in.

It seemed though, that Darby himself was the only crazy in the house today. His smile encouraged one of her own, though hers couldn't even come close to matching his. When he kissed her, she pressed to find more in his lips, but the crazy boy would rather talk.

"Tell me you like me! Just tell me!"

"I l... what's going on?" she asked, feeling that she would much rather say it when it was right, and not when he demanded it of her. Grow a pair, Athena, she thought to herself, sraring at him expectantly.