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It was true the letter from Sirius did manage to make her smile briefly, but Trish hardly considered that a true victory. The pain and discomfort between her and Ed had become such a baseline state of being recently that there were times she could smile without feeling that usual bout of glee within her that was typically associated with her smiles. This didn't mean she was in any way happy, but rather distracted temporarily. As was made evident shortly after Ed stepping out of the Great Hall, the distraction was fleeting. Try as anyone might, there was no replacement for her best friend. Trish appreciated everyone else, that much was a given. She just didn't feel exactly the same around another.
Considering Ed's head had been covered by his pillow, she didn't hear that otherwise audible sigh from behind the door. All the same, Trish knew better than to look at him and believe there could be any chance he was sleeping. While it was possible he could have been exhausted enough for such a quick drift into slumber, she'd seen that look on his face before he told her it was okay to go for Sirius. It was a new expression of his, one she hadn't exactly mastered just yet, but she figured that only meant he hadn't conquered it himself. Whatever he was feeling, she could help him. Sure, he might not receive it all too well, but Trish wasn't doing anyone a favor by maintaining the distance anymore. Edwin was right all along: sooner was better. A bit of truth would do them both some good.
Ed took a bit long to physically respond to Trish's presence in his room, and that hurt her all the more. Either he was intentionally making a point to pull away, or he was lost in thought. Whichever the case may be, Trish knew one thing: it wasn't good. She took it as her approval to make the trip to his bed, invited or not, being the one who first made herself vulnerable for the sake of hoping he'd follow suit. It wasn't until she'd made it within arm’s reach of his bed that Ed sat up and looked at her, clearly attempting to force a smile as he exhaled slowly and deeply. Then he called her 'Chuckles', something she took as her strength to continue. It wasn't exactly proof she had been let back in, but she pretended it was just that in order to ensure she wouldn't backtrack her way out of his room. Something had to be done about this. Not another night could pass without her best attempt at amends.