Tracey's eyes were filled with an uncharacterstically soft type of heat. "You were supposed to hear it," she informed him. Not that any type of broad hint she sent his way seemed to work properly. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have pull out her trench coat and go for the ultimate 'shag me, you fool' cliche of showing up on his doorstep in nothing but said trench coat, her favorite slinky negligee and some fabulous strappy high heels.
"I've not written much of anything since sixth year." Their seventh year classes hardly counted as such, to be frank. "I am more focused on the practical these days when it comes to research."