Kimber was already gathering up her things when she heard Josh apologize. She stopped mid-paper-stacking to look at him. Then she smiled. "Let's go, Josh," she said, clearing the table she had been using.

She walked over and vanished the parchments Josh had completed (she didn't really want them in the first place) along with the ink well and quill. Then taking the big book in her hands, she helped him to his feet.

But... he wasn't to be rid of her yet.

"And since you aren't allowed to play in the upcoming quidditch match, I'll expect you to sit with me in the stands. Cheering on OUR team will do us both some good." And she wasn't likely to take 'no' for an answer.