Facing the wall, Dylan attempted to get himself together. What was it about this one girl? It seemed like every time he was around her, he just...lost it. It never failed...
Tossing a look at her over his shoulder, the Slytherin shook his head. He knew good and well what the cause was...but he wasn't admitting anything. Not to himself and not to some psycho, lunatic Ravenclaw. She was already complaining and they'd only been in each other presence a few minutes...Well, it had felt longer...because...he'd be...holding her close...but whatever.
"Yes...I was apologizing..." He had nearly plowed her to the ground...If it had been anyone else, perhaps he wouldn't have cared. But he couldn't treat her with that same indifference. Dylan knew because he'd tried.
Ugh, what was she doing to me?
...AND WHY WAS SHE HITTING HIM?
"Will you just shut your mouth, Bee. Stop being ridiculous...and I've told you NUMEROUS times to STOP hitting me." Gah, WHY did he like her?!