“Speak away,” Astoria replied cheerfully, blissfully unaware of Malcolm's nervousness as he hovered uncertainly behind the couch where she reclined. Stifling a yawn behind her hand, she pointed her toes towards the fire, enjoying the sensation of the heat through her silk stockings. She was relaxed enough to be almost boneless, having long ago tossed aside her textbook in favor of staring aimlessly into the flames. She knew she should focus on studying for her final exam the next day--she was certain Daphne would never have simply given up so easily--but it was late, her eyes were tired, and simply reclining aimlessly on the couch had been too tempting to pass up.
"I should warn you though, I think my brain has taken an early leave of absence tonight. So if it's Potions help you want, you might want to inquire elsewhere." She glanced over her shoulder at him briefly, a small welcoming smile on her lips. She never quite knew what to make of Malcolm Baddock, he seemed tightly wound compared to most of her friends. But he was pleasant enough to her at least, and there was something about his serious air that was mildly endearing.