“Then someone in a better mood would have taken pity on it. Or thrown it outside.” She pointed her wand at him and very seriously considered hexing him on principle, but she really didn’t have the energy for it.
Laying on the couch, otherwise unmoving, she watched him. “Thought you would have gotten your own room before I’d see you here again,” she said as she rested her wand across her middle, though she still didn’t release her grip on it.
While she wasn’t interested in revisiting the matter that had started this, she reasoned it would come up. “Did you manage to find anything to eat?” Not that she planned on getting or making him anything, but it was a place to bring the conversation that wasn’t to their notes. She twirled her wand between her fingertips, her lips pursing slightly before she fixed her cool emerald eyes on him.