 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
As they stood there in the corridor, her words replayed over and over in his mind. Why those words had taken so long to be said, he didn't know. The last few months would have been very different then. Nonetheless, the blond was happy. Right now there was light in the darkness.
The fact that neither of them were running away and that they both were holding onto each other was a good sign. Things wouldn't likely instantaneously go back to the way they were, but at least it meant they both could go to classes without there being a white elephant in the room, they could look at each other and smile instead of avoid eye contact, they could put the last few months behind them and never look back.
When he heard her sniffle, Frankie gave Hady a light squeeze. Was she crying? The prefect didn't say a word. He simply stood there holding her, patting her hair. After a few moments of silence, he whispered, "So, uhh, I don't really want to break this up, but I'm late starting my rounds. ... You can join me for a bit, if you want. Or we can talk later, yeah?"
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