Ewan couldn’t help but give her that cheesy, wide, happy go lucky smile that very rarely came out these days as she agreed to stay with him for a bit longer. If only the stupid bookshelf hadn’t come crashing down. If he was being honest with himself, he really wanted her to stay but these days, he couldn’t even be honest with himself let alone with anyone else. How do you solve a problem like Ewan Jones? No one knew it seemed, not even him. “It’s okay, I’m not going to be here for much longer anyway. I’ve been revising for the last few hours so maybe a break is a good idea”.

As for the boy with the bookshelf in front of him, this did nothing to improve the Ravenclaw’s mood and deep down, he knew exactly why it bothered him but he was in no way, shape or form about to admit to this. Again, not even to himself. But he had to remind himself of who he was and some jealous bitter person is something he wasn’t. With a small sigh, he pulled his wand out and simply a flick, summing the books into a neat pile on the floor. Sliding off of the table, the tall Ravenclaw walked over to the fallen bookshelf and eyed it for a moment. What he really wanted to say was “Sort it out yourself bro. You made the mess so suck it up” but that wasn’t him. He was raised better than that. Maybe if his mood hadn’t dramatically changed, he would have noticed the wince as she touched her head but not now.

“You want to give me a hand lifting it up?” he finally said towards the Slytherin, sure he could lift it up himself but not wanting to do everything himself. Not really bothering to eye the book the boy had been looking for, he simply, bent down, ready to lift the shelf back up, his face blank and emotionless now. Just let him escort Chloe to the healer. What did he care….