Three weeks felt like an eternity but she she divided them into two by using that portkey it might be so dreadful. "If I tell you yes would it stop you?" she asked sincerely. She wouldn't do that even if he said it would. It didn't mean she wouldn't want to though. "I think three weeks is something we can survive even if we do it grudgingly. At least it's not longer."
With or without the beautiful lights of the city there was no where she'd rather of been at the moment. She was happy just being around him. "Not even for me?" she asked of the grumpy pictures making her best pouty face. Pouty and grumpy seemed a fitting combination.