It was nearly curfew, but there were enough students in the common room yet that Hazel's anxiety was complicated by Ernie's very public attentiveness; namely, how much she was enjoying it and being unsure how she should feel if someone were to notice.
"Sure, let's," she answered, tugging on Ernie's forearm and leading the pair in the direction of the couch where he'd been seated when she'd come into the common room. Secondarily, Hazel noted the draught she was still carrying, and wondered if she would need it now. Looking at Ernie, she felt a little tightness unravel in her chest, a little knot of worry wondering if perhaps something good had happened for Michelle, too. Maybe she'd gotten away. Maybe...