Alicia sighed loudly; Adrian was right. It would seem intimidating if she showed up or requested Romilda to come see her, considering her friendship with Oliver, and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She just wanted to make sure that she was properly cared for, that someone was keeping an eye on her. “I’ll… I’ll text or call her,” she settled on, “and I’ll keep the Potions out of it.”
Looking up at Adrian she couldn’t help but marvel at how much she loved this man, and how unfair it was that the world didn’t see the caring and considerate man behind the privileged and grumpy façade. “I love you, Adrian,” she said with a small sad smile as she reached out to take his hand.