“I shouldn’t keep distracting you,” she said after a long moment. She did want to stay and she wanted to chat. She always did. That was why she stayed over on the couch or took hostage one of their beds at least once a week. It wasn’t quite the same without the Common Room to hang out in. She actually missed being able to just walk down some stairs and be around the people she wanted to be around. It wasn’t so uncomplicated anymore.
Growing up wasn’t exactly a field day. She chose a responsible profession to train in. She went the sensible route instead of going after her Quidditch dreams. She worked an extra job to help pay the rent and to keep herself from starving. As much as her family loved her, they weren’t going to pay her bills. Sometimes she wanted the luxury of being of kid again though. Today was one of those days.
She wanted to blow off all her responsibilities and she wanted them to come along with her. She couldn’t ask and she wouldn’t though. She had to be the level headed one here. There would be other times for hanging around and chatting. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t know when the shop closed or how to break into the joke shop without getting hexed. “—It’s not like I don’t have the journal now. You can distract me at all hours if you want to and from a distance,” she said with a laugh, fingers training across a back line of product and straightening.
“I can’t just stand around and do nothing,” she told him with a laugh. “If you won’t let me help then I better go. I’d hate to get someone mad at you because he had to do all the work and you got to have all the fun today.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the proper cost of the journal. She wasn't about to just walk out. She wasn't going to wait in those lines though. She reached and put it in George's pocket like it was nothing. "Put that in the register later."