((Sorry, didn' get notifs and real life imploded.))
Padma looked up at the whispered greeting, flashing a quick, relieved smile. She'd been half worried that Justin wouldn't be able to meet her at all, that some new, ridiculous rule or limitation would be levied against the muggleborns and get in his way.
She picked up a book at random, just for something to have in her hands as an excuse, and followed him deeper into the stacks, biting her lip and managing to stay quiet until they were tucked away in one of the little-used sections where, hopefully, no one would notice them. Padma thought that, given the circumstances, Madame Pince might just have looked the other way anyway. She'd worked here a long time, Padma imagined she saw things more the way that Professor Mcgonagall and Dumbledore had.
She she the book on the nearest shelf and reached to squeeze Justin's hand. "How are you?" she asked, looking him over, just to be sure he didn't look like anything was wrong - aside from the obvious, at least. "It's really good to see you," she added quickly.