"That shite's how folks get attached. S'why I didn't so it." And it made him want more, but he refused to be the weak one and close the distance between them. He felt that space like a solid fucking object, wedged between them.
"Right, forgot Tracey." He scowled at the floor, still sitting with his elbows on his knees, forehead pressed against his hands. "Lavender needs to learn to keep her mouth fucking shut. Fuck knows who else she called." Anyone could know. Any fucking person, and shite, if the Ministry found out... just fuck. He growled in soft frustration.
"Make them think it's over or is it actually over?" Marc asked. The fight was out of his voice, still low and gruff but he felt like he'd been slammed by a bludger.