She’d gone from glaring, to completely ignoring his existence. This was troublesome because he’d taken the equally troublesome habit of staring at her whenever she was around; it had all began just seconds after realizing what a lovely skin Mary McDonald had. Truthfully, Mary McDonald had a lovely everything.

Indeed, it was very troublesome.

“Mary,” Remus said, sounding oddly formal as he occupied the seat opposite hers. Her nose wrinkled, and Merlin, what an adorable nose. And freckles—lots of freckles. “Talk to me.”

Mary’s tone was haughty, and it drove Remus a little crazy. “I have nothing to say.”