Her head instinctively tilted toward his lips as they pressed to her cheek, a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips. He was here now, he was with her and, really, that was all that mattered. She was beyond the thought of him being a servant and her, a student. She wasn't a student anymore, if she thought about it. She was something resembling a child of the Ruling Class while being among the ranks of the Outcasts. She was a bridge between the worlds and it didn't matter to her that Anthony was being forced into a life of servitude other than the fact that he did not deserve it.
She'd make all of this right one day, she would.
"I was angry," she admitted softly, one hand coming up to his face to cup her fingertips along his jaw, "but not at you, at the whole situation. Angry that the girl was murdered by a boy I once considered a friend. Angry that you were hurting. Angry that you couldn't come to me with that." He hadn't said as much, but she'd spent many a night contemplating why he'd stopped speaking to her and, based on his affections now, that conclusion was the one that seemed most likely. She just had to be a bit presumptuous. He'd correct her if he was wrong.
She smiled then, caressing the skin along his jaw, tracing her fingers lightly down his neck. "You're here now, though, love." She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet as she moved to press her lips to his. It was a soft, lingering kiss with no expectations, just a taste of that familiar salty sweetness she'd missed on his lips. A comfort. "What did you need to tell me?" she asked, still quiet, as she settled back onto the flat of her feet, her skin rising in bumps as another chill passed through the room. She'd continually forgotten to build a fire now that she'd taken to not requesting Ginny do it for her.