Not perfect? His mastery of the understatement was staggering. Cho closed her eyes and sighed. She was an Order member; he was a Death Eater. Not only were they stranger to one another, they were enemies. Their loyalties were diametrically opposed and she was supposed to let their shared love of Quidditch ease that natural tension? Her heart ached with the madness of it all.
Damn He Who Must Not Be Named to the very depths for spawning this farce.
"Very well, Mr. Flint," she said softly. She felt nearly guilty seeing that hidden smile lurking behind his dour expression. Reaching up, she touched his cheek briefly where the edges of his almost-smile lurked. "Someone somewhere is laughing. All I can hope for is that they had your best interests in heart." For she knew that hers were never concidered.
Turning, she followed Flavia's path into the house.