"As you wish," Leith chuckled. He was only teasing, after all. "I must say, I shudder to think that this is a last resort for a woman as resourceful as yourself." Flattery improved many a situation and while Leith was under no suspicions that Aurora would fall for his, he employed it anyway. He respected her enough that he meant what he said. "But I understand."
After all, home wasn't really any option once he'd decided not to choose a side in the war. Yes, he'd assisted the Death Eaters in their operations and plans, but he had no intention of being the Dark Lord's puppet. That hadn't gone over well with his father and naturally, Leith's mother went along with whatever her husband decreed. It was the way of things, in pureblood society. Very medieval, Leith thought. Some women, like the one with him now, were capable of far more than some of the ranking members of Voldemort's little army. Bellatrix Lestrange, while demented, was a fine example.
Closing his book, Leith sat up and shifted to the edge of his bed. "Aurora...what is going on here? At the school, I mean. Really."