Clara chuckled. “You do?” She was impressed and didn’t bother to hide it. The password to that room was jealously guarded by the few people who were allowed to used it. Prefects and Quidditch Captains seemed more ready to cut off their left leg then to tell people the password. “How did you manage that?”
She genuinely had not expected Sara to know it. Clara had only asked for the sake of her own amusement. It seemed that asking had been a great idea, in hindsight.
Reluctantly, she pulled back. Her self assurance that getting out would only lead to greater pleasure was the only thing that let Clara pull away from Sara. Smiling, she regarded the other girl.
“Should I meet you there or should we go together?”