Clara grinned at Sara, an almost predatory gesture. “That implies that I, by sitting here looking pretty, was looking for something, does it not?” There was no malice in how she turned Sara’s words against her. It seemed that there was a bit of a game between them, hardly unexpected, but Clara played it for different reasons than most would.
“If not wizard’s chest, what did you have in mind?” she asked, her eyes almost twinkling as she still leaned on her hand. “We have about twenty minutes before we need to leave. Though, if we stayed a little longer, I doubt Madame Pince would mind.” Clara, however, was sure that the librarian would know the left late because of her wards.