Thin lips pressed together tightly, as she stayed there in thought. Still standing, still in those soaking wet shoes. For some reason, James' demeanour had dropped in those few moments. What was the reality behind his favour? Did he really think he was losing a friend? With his change in tone, Dorrie stepped over to him in the chair. A hand went to his shoulder.
"Listen, James, I'll do it." She sighed, settling the books between her side and her arm. "Sit with me at dinner tomorrow and you'll give me my first strategy. I really know nothing about him, other than the obvious. If I'm going to impress him, I have to have your knowledge." But she stopped, realizing what she had just asked. A marauder to sit with her, not just by her. "Or the courtyard whenever is best."