Things sounded pretty good to him, actually. He wasn't thinking about anything very much more well-defined at the moment - just her, and her hands and her mouth and the way she seemed to be shifting towards him again. It sent his heart beating a little faster, and he was reaching for her waist again when she sat back. It was only then that the tapping of the owl started to break through to him.
"Oh - it's all right," he said, breathing a bit harder than he might have liked. He ran a hand through his hair and felt a disturbingly strong moment of dislike for Madam Pince. ... And then for Peeves, when she delivered the bad news. How was it possible that a school full of witches and wizards hadn't managed to rid themselves of that nuisance for hundreds of years?
He overcame it after a moment. He gave her a small, regretful smile, and leaned forward off the couch, straightening, trying to pull himself out of the sudden rush. "No, of course - better get things ready for the start of term. It's only a couple of days now ..." He stood, slightly awkward - but really more happy than disappointed. It was going to be hard to crush the giddiness out of him, no matter what happened. "I'll just - I'll leave you to it, but ... I'll write, if that's all right with you?"