She kept her gaze steady on him as he took a seat and then looked at her. She didn't flinch as he scrutinized her appearance. She knew she looked like death warmed over; she half hoped he'd finish taking in her appearance, get up and leave. She knew he'd not.

The smile he finally offered almost did her in, propelling her to reach for her pack of fags and her wand. Lighting up a fresh one, she inhaled a few deep drags, the smoke obscuring his features enough for her to forget that she could see that he actually cared.

"Just peachy. It's been a dream of a life. Come join me in the forest in a few weeks and you can join in on the fun," she said, her voice an almost pleasant snarl. "What do you want? If you're hoping for some laughs and a trip down memory lane, I'm really not in the mood for it."


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