"Hey, Mim, you know I didn't mean anything by it,"

No, she didn't. He could mean things by it. If he didn't mean anything by it why did he ask? He obviously wanted to know if Mim was getting good sex, because he wasn't. But he sounded so hurt. And she felt bad. Noah was too cute for her to be so Mean to. What was she thinking being cross with this terribly sweet little guy! Awwww! Poor him! He was so cute, and she didn't need to be yelling at him.

"I just thought you maybe wanted someone to talk to, if you went to Adela of all people, and well, I know you guys aren't close. But I'll bugger off if you want."

She sighed, and quit putting her parchments away. "Oh… I don't want you to… well.. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. But really, those questions are rather personal. And I… I can't believe Adela told you!" Miriam thought things told in secret were supposed to be secret. Apparently she'd not mentioned to Adela that it was a secret. "Its just… well its private, and…well rather embarrassing." She sighed, and leaned slight forward. "And I'm all stressed out because of OWLs and We won the damn match and Slytherin still has the cup, because Lord knows Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are not pulling anything off at the match, and I have no idea what I'm doing… I mean…" She rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, "No idea about… well… you know."

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