When they locked eyes, and she was almost certain that he would be able to read the thoughts in her mind, she felt the familiar urge to reach out and touch him; once again she reminded herself that this was something she couldn't rush into. The idea of anything being rushed at this point, well into ten years of knowing each other and a good three years since she'd admitted her feelings to herself, almost made her laugh. But instead of finally giving in, she tucked her hands under her thighs and looked down at her shoes. "So, you didn't find whatever it was that Dumbledore sent you after?" It wasn't a question that needed asking, obviously he hadn't, it was a question asked to fill a space that was ever present between them.
They lived in the moment before the jump.
"I'm not shocked," she continued, "I don't understand why he thought you'd be able to find something in the castle in such a short amount of time. The place is huge." He didn't seem upset about it, which she was glad to see. "At least you got to spend some time with the boys?" He worked too hard, he probably needed to see his best friends. Things were so much more complicated now than she'd ever imagined things could be back when they were in school. Being an adult was completely overrated. "How is everyone doing?"