Honestly, Ellie didn't know what she was feeling. Something beyond nervous. Something beyond terrified. The longer it'd been since she left the Great Hall, the less she wanted to have this talk. The more she wanted a Time-Turner and directed her past self to the kitchens for food, rather than the Ravenclaw table. The more she actually regretted something.

She was very big on 'no regrets' and had, until now, thought she only had one regret in her life. But by now, that seemed like absolutely nothing. And she was far beyond terrified to face the consequences, whatever they may be. To face her boyfriend and his, surely beyond disappointed, face.

She even tried to come up with excuses to not come. Say she hadn't gotten the note. Claim to have suddenly fallen violently ill. At least the former felt true. She did feel sick. But alas, Ellie couldn't stop her feet once they took off for the Prefects bathroom.

Cautiously, she walked through the portrait, spotted Treyen and...loitered by the entrance, afraid to come close - that he didn't want her close - and ferociously chewed on her lip.