Clara recognized Sara’s escalation. She remained still as the hair was brushed out of her face. “You think we both are? Perhaps you have studied Occlumency?” She grinned. It would hardly take a mind reader for either of the witches to see what the other was thinking.
“And what ‘somethings’ might you be thinking of?”
Clara lightly brushed Sara’s nose with the tip of hers, still smiling. She could hold a little longer. Maybe…