Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (

Even as she spoke the words, she knew that perhaps it wasn't exactly the right thing to say. She did not know him very well, not at all, perhaps if she really looked at it. But she still meant it. Whether he wanted to realize it or anyone else, for that matter, it was still pretty amazing. She rose from her spot on the bed, the squeak of the frame stinging her ears.

"And here I thought the Hog's Head was just the quaintest of spots," she deadpanned, raising an eyebrow as a small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Besides, we are hunted animals. But of course, we should find somewhere a bit better. I'll see you then, Severus."

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