Susan grimaced. "Remember how I told you about Richard Merrill and his wife Marie-Claire Clemenceau, and how they completely fucked me over," she began her stomach going cold as she forced their names through her lips. "Well Eddie looked at me, and made me feel safe and special for the first time since the whole sordid ménage à trois ended."
She drained her wine, and got up, pouring another shot of țuică for herself and Rose. "Now obviously this is a problem, because Eddie so doesn't do girlfriends, and I'm 'Susan: that fun, loving sexy Auror chick who never gets attached' so having feelings for him, even the beginnings of feelings is just..." She trailed off, draining her shot and sitting back down. "We agreed after we finished that it was just a casual thing - probably down to potions and pent up energy, and that we'd still totally be friends who maybe occasionally had sex, and just-" she smacked herself in the forehead and lay back. "I am a fucking moron basically."